Sipping my coffee at about 6am last week, it dawned on me it was Saturday. Farmers market! You see, being self-employed you occasionally forget which day of the week it is. They meld into one another and you can loose all track of that typical Monday through Friday, 9-5 feeling. There are positives and negatives to this of course.
Back on track. When my partner arrived home from his long bike ride that Saturday morning we agreed to hit up the market. A short walk down, we stocked up on beautiful local produce. Green beans, the biggest sweetest cherries ever, zucchini, fresh herbs. There were lots of peaches, nectarines and berries, berries and more berries. This is berry country after all. After some delicious tamales we began to wind our way back home. Something caught my eye.
There was a vendor down at the very end of the very last row. His wife was spinning wool on her amazing spindle, there were a couple of sheep pelts and three glorious rams skulls. Nothing I'd ever really expect to find at a farmers market! Wool yes, but perfectly cleaned skulls? No. The couple specialized in heritage breeds, the Jacob specifically. They were passionate and definitely loved their sheep. This was just one of those special moments. Those of us who have an interest in collecting bones and animal parts for our practice, rarely, if ever, get the chance to talk to the owner of the animal. To know what his name was, what his personality was like and simply knowing the animal was raised and culled in a humane fashion. Even thought it was going to take the last of my personal spending money, I could not walk away empty handed. Especially the way one of the three skulls looked. He was the strongest looking of the three and his name was Merrill. Apparently he was one of his best breeding rams, tough as nails, ornery and a little mean. Just like a ram!
My mind drifted to Hermes as I walked away with Merrill in my arms. Found in a market place and sold to me by a shepherd. I think I got pretty lucky.
Thank you Hermes.