How I like my tea

A Gift

The Farmers market was only  five minutes away from the studio so we arrived really quickly. It was amazing. Thousands of farmers selling there produce along the street. There was plenty to explore.

"One moment." said German as he nipped to one of the stands.

I looked around and saw such a variety of foods on the one side. Strawberries, Raspberries, Blueberries, Pears, Apples,Carrots and just about every other food that can be grown.

On the other side their were a million plants. Trees in pots, Seeds, Flowers, Compost, Plant posts, Weed Killer and just about anything needed to garden.

German was back at my side. "Here" he says handing me a bowl with a variety of fruits.

"Fruit Salad." He says, "It seemed to fit since we are here, there's some grass over there, care to join me?" I nodded and followed him.

We sat on the grass for a moment eating our lunch. It was gorgeous! It had all my favourite fruits in there. I have no idea how he chose it but it was the perfect choice.

Once he was done he stood up and took our little plastic disposable bowls to the bin. However he was back within two seconds to take my hand and lift me up.

"Umm...Angie" he says awkwardly.

"Yes?" I reply, slightly worried.

"You have umm some dirt on your bum." He said pointing but not looking.

I tried to knock it off. He shook his head.

I tried again. He shook his head.

I tried again. He shook his head.

I gave up.

"Can you just get it or we will be here all day!" I said annoyed, this dirt was getting on my nerves.

German rubbed his hand on the mud to knock it off. We got a few weird stares. It only took a moment though because he held out a giant blob of dirt in his hand. It was big and gross and I was very glad it was off.

"Thank you." I say "Now lets go!"

I grab his hand to drag him in the direction I want to go and he follows. We arrive at a massive stand that is completely dedicated to berries. German looks at them all and then at me and says,

"You are the Jam Queen. What do you want for your Jam?" He says smiling.

Looking around there are so many different types but my eyes keep looking at the raspberries and strawberries. They are my favourite and I adore them in Jam.

"Just Raspberries and Strawberries please!" I say grabbing a bowl of each. The man nods and tells us that each one is one pound fifty

"Okay then, we will have two of each then!" He hands over six pounds and grabs another bowl of each before placing them in a carrier bag the vender gave us.

We next stopped at a stand selling fruit and vegetables and we brought Olga some cooking ingredients. We picked up enough veg for a roast dinner and enough fruit to use as snacks as well as treat ourselves to a fruit salad tomorrow.

We then went to look at plants and some flowers caught my eye. Carnations. I ran over to look at them and German followed.

"What are these then?" He asks as he watches me gaze at the flower.

"These," I say "are carnations. My all time favourite flower!" The one I am looking at it plain pink and absolutely stunning.

"Well then," German said "We must get some!"

I looked up at him as he brought out the money and he smiled.

"Want the ones you are looking at?" He said. I nodded.

I picked them up and smelt them. They have such a lovely aroma. When I turned to face German he smiled and took my hand.

"Time to get you back to work" he said whispering in my ear. I looked at him and then at my flowers.

"They are yours, you are allowed to take them with you."

I couldn't help but smile.

He squeezed my hand and we headed back to the car.