Revolution Day parade
Dancing in the zocola
Fall was definitely in the air Sunday when I went to the market. It was windy and cool. Still I wandered around and took more photos of the offerings at the market.I got home just before the rain came.
I just can’t help put take more photos of the beautiful flowers at this vendor’s tent. She has the best variety of the entire market.
You can’t really tell from the below photo but that flower must have been 6 inches across. It was windy and I had a hard time getting a decent shot of it.
I think this is a pretty flower. There were several colors but I liked this one the best.
I love fresh picked tomatoes. Yum!
This fennel smelled really good.
The blueberries were tasty mixed in with yogurt for a few breakfasts.
Need a gourd? There were several storage containers full of them.
The next two photos are why I eat breakfast prior to going to the market.
This booth has some nice plants.
I made a quick walk through the Milwaukie Farmer’s Market on Sunday. I bought some strawberries, olive cream cheese, little cukes and tomatoes. It was a chilly 59 degrees so I did not linger like I usually do.
I observed a couple of things today.
These strawberries were great for breakfast Monday.
So much better than a melon from the grocery store. FRESH!
I didn’t need any zucchini but wished that I had bought a couple of eggplants. Oh, well there is always next Sunday.
Cute little cheesecakes. Good thing I had just eaten breakfast before going to the market.
My body’s aching for a freedom ride, My brothers calling me to join them
The party’s jamming on the other side, over on the North Shore
The Myna Birds are leading all the way, they’re telling me how to get there
I’m concentrating on my early drive, driving to the North Shore
Under the Mango Tree, waiting for the sunrise, headed for the North Shore
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
I hear the surf calling me, singing a new song, headed for the North Shore
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
I wipe my hair away from my eyes, I like to feel the wind on my face
The salty air begins to make me breath, down in the North Shore
I lay my mistress on the surface swell, and as I move she starts to mile at me
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Let it ride much higher and higher
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Take me now Im your’s take me
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Look at me Im higher than a mountain”
There is something about the north shore of Kauai that makes me feel like I have come home again everytime I visit there. Years ago when I thought seriously about moving to Kauai I would have been perfectly happy settling in Hanalei on the north shore. Oahau has its Haleiwa and Maui has Paia. These three cities have a lot in common. They are surfer towns and laid back hippieish, new age feeling places with a strong sense of community and ohana (family).
And of course now there is all of the controversy about the meaning of the song “Puff the Magic Dragon”. “Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea, And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee”. When Tara was little I used to sing this song to her everytime we went to Hanalei. That was every year until from age 9 – 16 and at least 3 or 4 times a trip. She hated me singing the song especially as she got to be a teenager. At dinner one night Kelly brought up the drug reference and Tara said “Nu Huh! You used to sing this song to me all the time when I was little.”
Tara and Kelly drove beyond Hanalei to the end of the road. The plan was for Tara to take Kelly to a couple of her favorite places, Lumahai Beach and the Blue Room. However it was so busy that Sunday that there was nowhere to park. So they came back to Hanalei Bay where they had dropped me off a couple of hours earlier.
During the winter months Kilauea is a good place to spot whales who have migrated south for the winter.
Heading back from the north shore we make this stop at a scenic overlook. Those are taro fields in the valley.