Life and death are on my mind.
This morning, I attended a funeral service for a close neighbour, whose family I have known all my life; almost 98, and sharp until a few months ago, he buried his wife of almost 64 years (to whom he was close) at the end of last August.
Well before the funeral service, (market gardeners keep early hours), a crate of vegetables (and some fruit) had been delivered at 7.30.
Following the funeral service, I paid a swift and fleeting visit to the market - I had run out of bread and cheese and other necessities, and also took in the library. Spring - blood oranges, wild garlic leaves and pesto, daffodils and tulips - were all visible.
Actually, I had attempted to phone the French bakery yesterday and earlier this morning to no avail; on my arrival, (thankfully, they still had the bread I wanted - rye bread and a baguette - in stock) they informed me that their phone has been out of order for the past day or two.
Easter is approaching; rather than risk phones not being repaired in time to place an order for my French bread next week, I simply requested them there and then to put the bread aside for me next week, and paid them in advance.
My dash to the city took in the library, where books awaited me, and also included shopping - in the farmers' market - for pesto (standard pesto, wild garlic pesto), Iberico chorizo, Italian fennel sausage, guanciale, cheese (in the cheesemonger's), some blood oranges, French bread (in the French bakery), black Moroccan olives, green anchovy stuffed olives, German pumpernickel bread, eggs (free range and organic)and organic brown sugar.