Farmers Market

I had awoken on Saturday morning to one very hung over – I think he was still drunk - Mr M bouncing through the bedroom doors after a big night out with the boys. He had just gotten home and in a pure moment of being too kind/his going to regret this later, he suggested we go to the Farmers Market for the morning, something I’d been dying to do for months. So off we trotted, me, well slept and sprightly, Mr M, worse for wear and hungover. But alas, regardless of our demeanour's, we both had the same result – a lot of fun and a new found love in our local Farmers Market. We sipped on organic coffee, drank pure fruit juice, loaded up on our weekly organic fruit and veggies and I even bought myself some 100% pure oils which I’d been wanting for too long – tea tree and rose hip – and scored myself a bunch of my fav flowers from Mr M, lilies. Such a gorgeous morning and a new little place we’ll be visiting often.

[Fresh produce all ready to be eaten]

[Mr M chuffed with his find of 100% natural pure fruit juice. SO yum & SUCH a great hangover cure]

[Lots of pretty potted plants]

[Home, trying to juggle all of our purchases]