I never imagined baby beets could be so beautiful -- such a multicolored bouquet. They were at the Saturday Farmer's Market in the Railroad section of Santa Fe. A glorious farmer's market where the onions were like new found pearls and the carrots were golden nuggets, the breads were heavenly, the sausages spicy and mouth watering. A few of these beets plus carrots and snap peas, became our dinner that evening. Yum!
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!