Our Saturday mornings are always the same. I took my DSLR this past weekend so you could join me on our walk. Welcome to my fair city!
Our morning begins with breakfast, sometimes made at home, sometimes at the Farmer’s Market. Mr. P made muffins this morning so we ate before heading the market.
We grab our bag and start walking — it’s uphill both ways actually. The best part is turning the corner and the Lake comes into view.
Every day I think how lucky we are to live near Lake Merritt. This morning, the Lake is already teeming with people. Walkers, runners, strollers, skateboards, bikes, training wheels, geese, dogs.
We walk up along Lakeshore Avenue and enjoy the sun. It’s a beautiful walk even in the cold months. Our Farmer’s Market is 52 weeks a year so our mode of dress may change but the walk doesn’t.
Up near the northern edge of the Lake, looks like there’s some sort of charity walk going. Pretty sure there’s one every other weekend for some cause or other.
Just beyond the Lake, we make a pit stop at our little branch of the Oakland Public Library so I can get a book. There’s a children’s event going on inside and thus there’s a stroller parking lot that reminds me of Disneyland.
Book in hand, we continue up Lakeshore toward the freeway.
We have to walk under the freeway — the market is on the other side. In some places, a freeway cutting through the middle of the neighborhood might harm the feel. Here it doesn’t. The neighborhood just . . . is.
Here we go, almost shoulder to shoulder. Where I’m standing is where in December they will add a Christmas tree lot.
First stop of the day. These are going into homemade ice cream later this afternoon.
Next, to our mushroom guy to get mushrooms for our salads.
Then to the blueberry couple. They appear every year for a few weeks while blueberries are in season. That’s all they sell. In just a short while, they’ll be gone and we’ll wonder if we’ll see them next year.
Mr. P pays for the blueberries and points out that fresh corn has finally arrived at the market. I get really excited and dash off to buy some.
English peas. Fresh English peas. There’s only one stand that has them and I’ll keep buying them until they go away. Later, I’ll sit on the couch with a bowl and shell them all so they’re ready for weeknights.
We let the farmer’s daughter upsell us into a bunch of purslane. It tastes lemony and we’ll add it to our salads this week.
One last thing — a bunch of radishes to go in the salads as well.
Time to head home. Back under the freeway to the other side. There’s a parking lot under the freeway with a constant traffic jam of cars coming from far and wide to visit our market. We feel lucky again that we live close enough to walk.
Cross Mac Boulevard and walk back toward the Lake. Out little library is in the background and the playground in front of it is jumping. Not far out of the frame an outdoor yoga class is starting.
Back along Lakeshore. The Canada Geese that inhabit the area have migrated to our side of the Lake again.
Back up the hill with our spoils — uphill both ways, did I mention that?
We’ll need to bring a second bag next time.