Saturdays start out pretty early
for us. Nigel leaves the house at
4:30 because the farm stand takes much longer to setup than my soda stand. Reluctantly I roll out of bed just
before he leaves. I have learned
over these past 6 months that it is best to spend a good amount of time on
Friday organizing things for market day, and packing up the car that
night. Inevitably I will forget to
do something, which often sends me scrambling far too early for a Saturday
morning.
Just before 5:30 I load all the
kids into the car and off we go.
There is an excitement that the market brings and even though everyone
is still half asleep, there are no complaints. Listening to all sorts of music, usually not my choice,
holding our breath through the tunnel before the Golden Gate Bridge and now
trying desperately to make it through the Broadway Tunnel without taking a
breath or fainting for trying, our energy levels rise. An hour later we arrive at the market and
jump into high gear.
Once our stand is set up I take
off to park the car. On the walk
back to the Ferry Plaza I try to slow my brain down a bit to appreciate the
wondrous sights of San Francisco this early in the day. Most of the time it is still dark out when we arrive, and walking
along the Embarcadero I have witnessed some spectacular sunrises. I look around at the cityscape, listen
and watch for the parrots, appreciate the greenery that to me is so much a part
of San Francisco and rush off to start another Saturday.
