Tastes of Spring: A Trip to Farmer’s Market

The enticing aroma of ripe, fresh strawberries scents the air. It is a bright spring morning and I have walked from my writer’s cottage in Carmel-by-the-Sea to the weekly farmer’s market. The gathering of vendors is a modest affair, perhaps a dozen tables, the market significantly smaller now that the City exiled it from the


A Bowl of Peas

It was a meal of utmost simplicity. Purity, even. My partner had just departed for Europe, going on a few days ahead of me, and I was spending a bit longer in rural Carmel Valley on the central California coast before joining up together in France. It was early afternoon on a warm, sunny day