One way they do that is by going to the marché. The farmers’ markets are everywhere in France including large cities such as Paris. Since the French love to tell stories, so buying vegetables, cheese or anything else they are selling comes with a tale. These anecdotes are a joy to hear, not only do they inform, but they also reveal the excitement and pride behind what they are selling. Their enthusiasm is infectious; I walk away feeling energized and happy to be a part of the process. This past weekend I went to several plant sales put on by the local garden clubs in town. It was hard to not be taken up by the excitement.
I found myself grabbing plants that I was assured would be perfect for that one spot where nothing else grows, or discovering that lemon balm is delicious on fish. Oh and I almost forgot, I found out that deer do not eat Lily of the Valley because it’s poisonous.
I found myself smiling and my heart beating faster, as it does whenever I do something fun. I was connecting with people who were knowledgeable, passionate, and the joy they exuded was intoxicating. It is nice to remember that it doesn’t matter where we are, plants still grow and we eat the bounty that someone has taken the time to produce and it’s fun to talk to them about what they grow or make.
Don’t forget to check out your farmers’ market. Mine opens Memorial Day weekend, and I can’t wait!
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