Today, a new farmers' market - not, perhaps, as the crow (or local hawk) flies, the nearest, but certainly the one that feels most conspicuously as though it's in our own semi-rural neighborhood: in the parking lot of the Autry museum. There weren't a whole lot of produce stalls, though the ones that were there had lovely vegetables - we've come away with a wonderful green cauliflower, for example - and there were a couple of excellent other-produce ones: we bought a couple of jars of jam sold by a woman and her husband - and he came from Bristol! More synchronicity ... I'd not seen Griffith Park from its eastern flank behind, which made me realize quite what a huge, huge urban park we back on to - something brought home when the coyotes started to howl this evening.
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