No, no. It’s not Thursday. But I thought I’d share three beautiful things from this week’s farmers’ market:

1. Sunday’s dinner comes almost entirely from the market: baguette topped with fresh mozzarella, basil, and tomato and accented with olive oil Sam and Alexis brought us back from their honeymoon in Greece.

2. Nectarines have been afternoon snacks at the office this week. I slurp and clutch napkins in futile attempts to keep the juice from running down my arm.

3. I arrive at the market later than I’d planned. As I’m walking past a stand, I realize they have a half-pint of raspberries. In a blink I’ve handed over money; a full circuit around the market later and I realize that I’d managed to procure the last one of the week. To celebrate, I eat them all for breakfast.

The New York Times reviews root beer in today’s paper.

One question: How do I get to be a taste coordinator for such an event?

No need to send out a search party!

The Summer of Socks has commenced and I’m spending lots of time with fine wool and pointy sticks.

Apparently having two socks on the needles and a third sock in need of a mate is not enough to prevent my browsing through my yarn stash to think about what else I could begin.

(There has also been movie watching, swimming, gardening, and reading, just in case any of you were worried I’d become a one-track gal.)