Sunday, March 18, 2012

Sunday Stroll: The Winter Market

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchid white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
-"A Prayer in Spring", Robert Frost

Far too often, we move far too fast.

Our lives are a blur of appointments, events, deadlines, to-do's; a constant trail of the things we have to do, versus the things we want to do.

Introducing, "The Sunday Stroll".

I run during the week for exercise, I walk as well, but only to get my heart rate up and my mind clear. Those sessions have goals of endurance, time, the focus on the movement, not on the scenery.

So, upon being gifted by mid-March burst of beautiful spring temperatures, I elected that instead of driving about to the market, to the store, I'd simply walk it. I'd walk slowly and deliberately. I'd breathe in the sun-warmed air, and look at the flowers along the way. I'd notice homes I've never noticed before.

I'd take my time.

About a half-hour or so into what turned out to be two-plus hours meandering, I realized, I'd like to do something like this every Sunday, and share it; a reminder that slowing down, while not always possible, is always necessary.

The crocuses above was one the first things that caught my eye. I live in a city called, Newburyport. It's a small, seaside city right near the border of Massachusetts and New Hampshire. It was settled in 1635, given its official name in 1764. It's the birthplace of the U.S. Coast Guard, and it filled with the kind of New England stately homes that people travel far and wide to see. Those blossoms above grace the park near my home. Atkinson Common had it's start in the late 1800's, and it's a quiet, beautiful spot for all to enjoy.

 I continued my wandering down Newburyport's historic "High Street". Here is where the sea captain's mansions reside. Beautiful homes ranging from the early 1500's (yes, before official settlement) to now. Along the way, a historical marker pointing the way to the site of the first ferry landing that took people from one side of the Merrimack River to the other. 

 My destination, the Newburyport Winter Farmers' Market, just under 2.5 miles away from my home, on the other side of the city. Green was the theme this week, as the warmer weather has given way to a host of spring greens, from chives, to green onions, to the leeks that I brought home from Arrowhead Farm, in Newburyport. I picked up some potatoes, from red, to blue, to gold, from Heron Pond Farm, in South Hampton, Ma. The world's best guacamole comes from Patty's Guacamole, out of Gloucester, Ma. I always pick up a container. No trip to market would be complete without a chai from White Heron Tea and an amazing breakfast wrap made with all local ingredients. They're out of Rollingsford, NH. I *love* seeing the market packed on a Sunday morning.

Armed with my wrap, my chai, and my much saner mind at this point, I head to the waterfront of Newburyport. A boardwalk stretches along the blue water of the Merrimack River, reaching out into the Atlantic Ocean, less than a mile from this point. I enjoy my breakfast, the quiet, and the sun, before my stroll back home.

Two glorious hours, five miles later, I reach home. Relaxed, content, a little more aware of where I live, ready to start the last gasps of the weekend.

Happy Sunday to you and yours....
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1 comment:

Liz @ said...

I had no idea there was a Winter Newburyport Farmers Market! I used to always hit up the outdoor Summer Market before I moved out of town. Now this gives me a great excuse to come back. But I'm sure the Summer Market will be starting again soon, anyway!