To mothers, for giving us life, love, and tradition. Happy Mother’s Day.
Saturday mornings are not for sleeping in. The early bird catches the worm or at least gets the best pick of produce and pastries.
The drive south down 85 is rarely serene, except at sunrise on Saturday mornings. The fog of humid, summer days is clearing, and the city of Atlanta waits quietly.
We arrive as they ring the bell. The Morningside Farmer’s Market is open for business.
Mom and I make our way ’round clockwise: chocolate babka from La Calavera Bakery, fresh flowers from Crystal Organic Farm, colorful crop from Elm Street Gardens.
Once our bags overflow with the makings of the week’s dinners, we return to the car to place perishables in coolers. But it’s not time to head home yet.
We enjoy a well-deserved breakfast at Alon’s Bakery. Our reward for waking in the wee-hours.
Sufficiently fueled by iced-Americanos and breakfast paninis, we end our mother-daughter ritual with a stroll down North Highland Avenue.
Photography by Angie Webb of Angie Webb Creative on location at Morningside Farmer’s Market and Alon’s bakery in Atlanta, GA.