The weekend was off to a great start with the first concert of the Jazz Festival --David Sanborn and the opening act truly fed my soul. It's been a while since I just sat back and let some wonderful music wash over me.
Up early the next day and on to Whistler. The Saturday rain had me feeling a bit gloomy about the Sunday, but it paved the way to a gorgeous day......and these.....John and I dove into a delicious quart of berries. There was no stopping at one.... the mix of tart and sweet and the way the juice ran down my hands made me so grateful for the unpretentious happiness that can be achieved from the first fruits of the season. 
My spirit, my tummy, my heart....all full. Pictures of the market next week, I promise (unless it rains, then my display is crap).
