Market day is becoming bad weather day, but I finally made it for the first time this year. The empire market is quaint and small but I am hoping for it to yielded more in the summer months. With the deepest black skies overhead the flowers popped with color. Dreaming of a lush garden with all kinds of eating Delites I started to fill my bucket with plants from a local vendor.

A cookie and we were off, the wind whisper the sweetest smells at all of the stoplights, mint and basil lingered long after I was gone. From farm, to home, then the good earth of my backyard.


To round out a chilly out in the garden spring day a nice bowl of cream of mushroom with parmesan crustiness