A Week of Wordless: Homemade Salade Nicoise for Wordless Wednesday

Cool things happen at the Lansdale farmers market

last week a dog entered our booth at the Lansdale farmers market. He was quite convinced that there was something way interesting under our tables. The owners said he was acting quite strange and they believed Mosaic Woman's account of the realm of much interest.

But then the dog saw my stained glass hanging over his head and all thoughts of down were forgotten. The owners decided it was a heart that most caught the dog's eye and maybe for the first time ever.... my stained glass became a doggy treat.

It looked something like this... (just in case your dog needs a treat)

now how cool is that!

we won't be there with our booth tomorrow, but we hope to run into these folks when we walk down...

We Are Nutmeg Designs... and we will be back at the market the first Saturday in August

being supportive and not being a hypocrite in Lansdale, PA

A friend of mine was on my porch last night and for the second time in a short span of time has declared he was doing something to not be a hypocrite. I began wondering about this being a driving force in one's life.

The word comes from hypokrinesthai "play a part, pretend" When our actions don't meet up with the role we play in public, we become a hypocrite. In our imperfections we will never be free of this state of being.

There are those who will only complain about their circumstances and when a chance to be supportive of efforts being made to change things, will only find fault in what is being done. Or they will say they love jazz and fresh veggies, but not show up when it is happening in their backyard. My friend would have felt that stack of emotions that come when we do not live up to how we want to play our self-defined role in society.

I was filled with joy and hope when I was at each event and looked around and saw good showings of support.

So yes, last week my friend sat next to me as we listened to jazz in Lansdale's brand new center for the performing arts and this morning we both again walked down to support a positive change in our hometown. On this day which we celebrate national independence, some good folk have worked long hours making a farmers market take place in Lansdale. A place where we can break away from Pennsylvania's dependence on produce trucked in from California. And it was no shock to see my friend's spouse working the Be The Change booth having us send notes to soldiers in Iraq. And how cool was it to have to stand in lines to buy what the farmers brought. I hope Lansdale gave them a welcome that will bring them back. I carried home... wax beans, tomatoes, ears of corn, garlic, red potatoes, summer squash in yellow and green. let us celebrate...