June is when Saturdays start calling your name a little louder. The morning light feels warmer, strawberries show up everywhere, and leaving the house early suddenly feels like the right move.
That is usually when I head for a market, tote bag ready, with no real plan except to see what looks good. The easiest mornings unfold that way.
You talk to the grower who picked the produce before sunrise. You find a handmade piece that feels like it belongs on your table…