I'm supposed to be getting some exercise without over doing it.
This evidently doesn't mean sitting up suddenly when the crew on Criminal Minds moves in to make the arrest.
It also doesn't mean doing my old 5 mile hike through the neighborhood at a brisk pace.
It does seem to mean a gentle walk somewhere interesting with lots of benches.
Lots of benches.
Now is the time to challenge me to a race.
Here's my new gym and day spa, The Yellow Green Farmer's Market, a fabulous selection of locally grown/baked/pickled/raised/dried/sewn/strung/brewed products.
Just in case you have trouble with navigation...
...there are a few directional clues...
...that may aid you in finding the building...
...which is small and discreet.
I feel a little like a Fischer Price playset piece right now.
We skipped on the honey and homemade jams for this trip, but it wasn't easy.
They had coconuts in this stall larger than your head. I was a little frightened, vowed to remember them for next Halloween, and then started concocting something both tropical and macabre.
Straight up veggies and fruits? It's always season here.
The idea of consuming locally grown and raised products has become increasingly popular and affordable.
Speaking of locally produced, how's this for a menu?
Tempting if you have a dog...
...and if you aren't a pooch parent, they can help you with that too..
I LOVE olives, so this little tasting stand was my first rest stop.
Bench near free olives=bad idea.
They had a few varieties to choose from.
Okay, more than a few.
At $2 a container, I see Tapas in my future.
My mother was along for the ride and nearly wiped out the citrus tree inventory.
You have no idea how many trees will hang from a wheelchair until you've tried it.
Nab some fresh flowers for the table while you're at it, and get into an agree-to-disagreement on orchid care with the cashier.
Don't tell me how much light my terras need &^%$#@.
I love metal sculptures in bright Caribbean colors, so we may have to sneak back over here.
I tried to wedge into this shop, but the pole on the grocery cart wouldn't let me. After spotting the olive oil selection, that's probably divine intervention at work.
Bertha, I bow to your superior spoutage.
Locally grown and cooked pickles? Just hand over the garlic dills and no one gets hurt.
Gee, Mom bought an awful lot of corn...
she's 71 people, not dead.
A guy has celery sticking out of one ear, lettuce out of the other, and a zucchini up his nose.
He goes to the doctor and asks him what's wrong.
The doctor tells him, "Well, for one thing, you're not eating right."