Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - The Farmer’s Market by the Mountain Cabin
Episode Date: July 20, 2026Narrator: Thomas Jones 🇬🇧 Writer: Christa Adams ✍️ Sound effects: birdsong and breezes outside the window 🐦 🌬️ Welcome back, sleepyheads. Tonight, we rejoin Sara for our ni...nth instalment from this series. The sun is out, the vegetables are ripe, and Sara is on her way to a local farmer’s market to do some shopping. 😴 Includes mentions of: Friendship, Summer, Shopping, Beverages, Food, Dancing. Other episodes from this series: - Summer at the Mountain Cabin (July 1, 2021) - Winter at the Mountain Cabin (December 27, 2021) - Spring at the Mountain Cabin (April 4, 2022) - Autumn at the Mountain Cabin (November 14, 2022) - Knitting at the Mountain Cabin (November 22, 2023) - The Garden at the Mountain Cabin (May 6, 2024) - January at the Mountain Cabin (January 27, 2025) - The Spa by the Mountain Cabin (March 11, 2026) To receive our FREE weekly newsletter: JOIN OUR MAILING LIST Get Sleepy Premium Listen completely ad-free and access our entire catalogue of stories and meditations by subscribing to our premium feed. Your support means the world to us and makes it possible to keep the show running! ❤️ Get your 7-day free trial: getsleepy.com/support. Connect Stay up to date on all our news and even vote on upcoming episodes! Website: slumberstudios.com/getsleepy/ Facebook: facebook.com/getsleepypod/ Instagram: instagram.com/getsleepypod/ Our Apps Redeem exclusive unlimited access to Premium content for 1 month FREE in our mobile apps built by the Get Sleepy and Slumber Studios team: Deep Sleep Sounds: deepsleepsounds.com/getsleepy/ Slumber: slumber.fm/getsleepy/ FAQs Have a query for us or need help with something? You might find your answer here: Get Sleepy FAQs About Get Sleepy Get Sleepy is the #1 storytelling podcast designed to help you get a great night’s rest. By combining sleep meditations with a relaxing bedtime story, each episode will guide you gently towards sleep. Thank you so much for listening! Feedback? Let us know your thoughts! slumberstudios.com/contact-us/. Get Sleepy is a production of Slumber Studios. Check out our podcasts, apps, and more at slumberstudios.com. That’s all for now. Sweet dreams ❤️ 😴 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Welcome to get sleepy, where we listen, we relax and we get.
sleepy. I'm your host, Thomas. Thank you so much for being here. Tonight, we're joining Sarah once
again at her Mountain Cabin for our ninth installment in this series, which is all brilliantly
written by Krista Adams. The sun is out, the vegetables are ripe, and Sarah is on her way to
a local farmer's market to do some shopping. Before we get there, I'd just like to send a special
thank you to our lovely get sleepy newsletter subscribers. Your really kind responses to the personal
news I shared last week was so heartwarming. For those of you who aren't subscribed to the
newsletter and therefore wondering what I'm talking about, last month my partner and I welcomed our
first child into the world.
She is utterly adorable
and despite its challenges
we are loving parenthood so much
but I certainly wish that getting a baby off to sleep
was as straightforward as saying
and this is where our story begins
hopefully one day that will be the case though
as I explained in the news letter
with the help of our amazing team here
I was able to get ahead on our schedule
enough to take a couple of weeks of paternity leave and focus on our little bubble of family life.
And now, despite the tiredness, I'm delighted to be back to the recording booth and bringing you
plenty more dreamy stories to drift off to. Emotions are certainly heightened with the arrival of one's
first child too. So if I seem a tad more soppy or perhaps philosophical over the coming weeks,
The blame probably lies with our lovely baby girl, and the fact I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve
anyway. If you'd like to keep updated with what's in store every week and get to read a few
extra bits and bobs of personal news from the get sleepy team, you can join our mailing list for free
and receive our weekly newsetter. There's a link for this in the episode description, so just head
over there and pop in your email address to sign up. Now my friends, it's time for us to prepare for
some rest and recuperation. So, close your eyes and settle into your bed. Take a moment to listen
to the soft ambient sounds of the room you're in. Perhaps a clock is ticking or the house or
apartment is settling with a gentle creek. Now, turn that attention inward. Notice how you're
feeling in this moment. If there's any lingering tension from the day, take a breath and release it.
This is a time for you to relax and to enjoy a simple story.
away from the busyness of everyday life.
Now, let's join Sarah at her mountain cabin on a beautiful summer's day.
This is where our story begins.
Sarah stands at the credenza in the hallway,
flipping through the mail that has just been delivered.
The kitchen window at the end of the hall is open.
Letting a nice breeze into the cabin,
Sarah smiles as she flips to a letter from her oldest friend, Ellen.
She met Ellen when they were both kids,
many years before she moved to the mountain cabin.
Sarah has made a great effort to stay in touch with friends and family.
and handwritten letters have been one of her favorite ways to do that.
Often, she includes an extra special touch,
photos she has taken around her cabin and in the nearby village.
The whistle of the mokker pot on the stove brings Sarah's mind back to her present surroundings.
She loves her Italian stovetop coffee maker.
It's her go-to way of preparing her favourite morning brew.
She puts down all the envelopes, both opened and not, and heads into the kitchen.
There, she takes the mokker pot off the heat and places it on the counter.
The pot still gives off a faint bubbling sound as she reaches for a porcelain cup.
Moments later, she pours in the perfect amount of coffee,
with the sumptuous smell of fresh coffee surrounding her.
Sarah returns to the credenza and her mail.
The sun has got brighter.
Beams of light filter through the colour of colour.
glass in the front door and cascade over the wooden floor. The colours also shine onto a flyer,
now sitting at the top of the stack of mail. It's to advertise the local farmer's market,
as the paper states. The farmer's market is now open for the summer season. Sarah is surprised
she forgot that today is the first day of the market, but she's glad she saw the flyer to remind
her. She loves opening day at the farmer's market. There is always live music,
organic fruits and vegetables, and handmade items for sale. And she's sure many of her friends and
neighbours will be there too. Looking down at the mail, she considers her letter from Ellen.
Going to the farmer's market will also be a wonderful opportunity to take photos to include
in her reply, Sarah thinks. So, she makes a mental note not to forget her camera. For now,
she takes a big sip of her coffee, enjoying the way it both warms and invigorates her,
before setting it down and walking through her bedroom to the bathroom.
There she takes out her hairbrush and gently combs through her curls,
watching herself in the mirror as she does.
When she's finished, she picks up her little tub of sun cream and unscrews the lid.
She scoop some out with her index finger and applies the cream all over her face,
careful to cover all the exposed skin.
She's often out in the elements here in the mountains,
and skincare is an important part of her daily routine.
As she's already dressed, Sarah is nearly ready to head out.
Aside from her camera gear, everything else she needs is by the coat rack in the hall.
She walks over to her dresser and opens a wooden drawer,
revealing a small selection of camera equipment.
She has one camera and multiple lenses to suit different shooting scenarios.
Sarah uses a small digital camera, a micro four-thirds she bought on a trip a few years back.
It's compact and travel-friendly, perfect for bringing to the farmer's market today.
She pairs it with a 20-millimeter lens that is ideal for everyday shooting.
She clicks the lens onto the body of the camera.
pushes the drawer closed and leaves her bedroom back in the hallway. The sunlight from the door
lands on her arm, seeming to paint it in beautiful colors. Sarah slips the camera over her head
and shoulder, wearing it like a cross-body bag. She then picks up her handbag. Inside are all her
essentials, like money and a rolled-up canvas tote for shopping at the market.
Finally, she grabs her keys.
They jingle in her hand as she turns the doorknop to leave the mounting cabin.
Sarah gives the door a good tug to close it behind her,
then slides in the key to lock it, walking down the steps, she breathes in an aroma that to her
is emblematic of summertime, wildflowers are in bloom. The scent of freshly cut grass
drifts in from the distance, and hints of dew still linger in the field to get to the
farmer's market, Sarah will take her old Toyota. It's a reliable vehicle with four-wheel drive,
perfect for getting around the mountain roads. Sometimes she likes to explore the town by bike.
But today, her car is better, as she hopes to find many goodies to bring back home.
Sarah unlocks the car.
The old hinges squeak slightly as she pulls open the door.
She settles into the front seat and to better enjoy the lovely summer day.
Sarah rolls down the windows.
The drive is incredibly scenic.
Every so often, she catches glimpses of the lake between the tall evergreen tree.
The sun sparkles on the water.
Sarah reaches a lone stop sign.
No cars or other cyclists can be seen in any direction.
But Sarah comes to a gentle stop nonetheless,
and uses the time to breathe in the sweet summer air.
After a brief pause,
She is driving again.
Sarah feels the light breeze on her cheeks,
and hears gentle bird song,
along with the distant drone of a lawnmower.
That explains the smell of freshly cut grass,
Sarah thinks to herself.
A car approaches from the opposite direction,
and Sarah lifts her hand in a wave.
She doesn't know this person well.
but living out here. It's common practice to greet fellow travelers. Soon, she sees the town
in the distance. Tall mountains tower over the brown roofs and neutral-colored walls. Here and there,
she can see portions of colorful murals scattered around. A lovely creative touch, she thinks.
driving through town, she spots an elderly couple she knows.
They are sitting on the patio of one of the bakeries.
She waves to them, and they give heartfelt smiles and wave back in return.
Soon, Sarah takes a right and parks on a quiet side street.
The farmer's market.
is nearby, she can hear music in the distance.
Sarah loves the local spirit of the farmer's market.
It's more than just a place to buy produce and goods.
It's a true community hub, and since its opening day,
the market is sure to be bustling with both locals and tourists.
feeling a tinge of happiness, Sarah gets out of the car, grabs her bag and camera, and makes her way
towards the entrance. It's an open air market situated on a large grassy field and under a long
pavilion where vendors and their goods are protected from the elements. There is also a short wooden stage
where a group of musicians are currently playing a catchy tune.
A handful of people are happily dancing,
while others are in reclining lawn chairs,
sipping fresh lemonade and orange juice.
Sarah enjoys the music,
but isn't in the mood for dancing quite yet.
She'd rather spend some time exploring all the market tax.
to offer. Glancing around, she sees people wandering from stall to store, making purchases and
tucking them into woven baskets or canvas tote bags. Sarah decides it's the perfect moment to take a photo.
she switches on her camera, lifts it to her eye,
adjusts the lens, and snaps a quick series of shots.
One scene in particular catches her eye.
It's the woman's arm reaching for a shiny green apple,
just as an elderly farmer hands it over.
Their hands meet on either side of the fruit,
framed by the vibrant display of apples below.
It's picturesque and feels perfect to include in her next letter to Ellen.
Sarah would also like to get a photo of the stage and all the people dancing around it.
But that will come later.
Today, she isn't looking for anything in particular.
She's just happy to see the market so full of life.
Sarah makes her way through the centre of it.
There are vendors on either side of a large aisle.
And patrons standing in front of every booth, Sarah passes.
Every so often, Sarah sees a vendor she knows.
As they are busy at work, she just gives them a simple way,
or smile. Before moving on, Sarah spots a local vendor selling handmade soaps and lotions.
She recalls that the woman's name is Sylvia, and she's the mother of one of her friends from town.
Just a few months ago, they all met for tea and coffee at the nearby cafe.
Sarah is happy to see her again.
She had no idea that Sylvia made soaps and lotions.
But it's like that here.
It seems everyone has their trade.
For Sarah, of course.
It's her fresh herbs, flowers and teas.
Sylvia stands up as soon as she sees.
greeting her with a warm hug and a bright smile that spreads across her wrinkled face.
Sarah glances down at the display of soaps, each one hand-cut into imperfect squares.
A small sign reveals they are made from goat's milk and coconut oil.
She lingers, taking in the soft sense of furrow.
lavender, pine, petulii, and peppermint. Each bar of soap seems to offer its own kind of calm.
From the coziness of the mint to the instant relaxation provided by the lavender.
After chatting with Sylvia for a few minutes, Sarah chooses a chunky bar of petulie soap and a bottle of
homemade sun lotion. Sylvia thoughtfully wraps the items in paper and then hands them back to Sarah
with a smile. Sarah takes out her rolled-up tote bag and shakes it open before gently placing her
purchases inside. She looks forward to using the soap in particular, which she'll do during her
bath this evening. And Sarah is delighted that Sylvia plans to sell them at the farmer's market
all season. As Sarah turns around, she spots a beverage stand on the opposite side of the aisle.
A quick glance reveals all the tools for making fresh-pressed lemonade. She even notices an option
to add chopped strawberries. With the warmth of the day setting in, her mouth begins to water at the thought
of a cool, refreshing drink. She crosses the aisle and gets into line behind a young boy,
who has exactly the right amount of money in his hand. Sarah guesses that his parents must have sent him
on a lemonade mission.
What a great opportunity to build confidence
and practice buying something all of his own, Sarah thinks.
As she waits her turn,
she listens to all the sounds floating around the market.
The rustling of bags filled with fresh produce,
the buzzing of a citrus juicer,
and the faint echo.
of the music on the nearby stage. The peaceful ambience makes Sarah feel relaxed and at ease.
And before she knows it, it's her turn. She asks for a regular lemonade and watches as the man
fills a cup with ice and then pours the bright liquid over it. With her drink in hand, she moves
away from the stand. The ice-filled cup is chilly against her palms. She brings it to her mouth
and takes a sip of the lemonade. It's the perfect combination of sweet and tart, Sarah thinks.
After a few more sips, she moves on. Sarah spends time walking around the market,
pausing every now and then to talk with people she recognises and relishing her lemonade in turn.
While she enjoys shopping, she is mostly just happy to be here, spending time with her community.
However, she does consider what she will make for dinner this evening and how the farmer's market can help with that.
mind wanders back to the mountain cabin as she recalls the contents of her kitchen cabinets and
refrigerator. She decides to buy the ingredients she'll need to make a delicious tomato sauce.
She has pizza dough in the freezer and she's growing basil in her back garden, one of her
favorite toppings for pizza. So all she needs to pick up are tomatoes and garlic. Luckily,
she's certain she can find both here. Sarah looks around and soon spots a vendor with an assortment of
fresh produce on offer. He has tomatoes, corsets, obegines, onions, and onions, and
garlic, she approaches the store, just as another person finishes up their purchase. Sarah
greets the young man warmly. He has bright blue eyes and a gentle smile. He welcomes her
in return and points to some of the finest fruits and vegetables he has. There are several mounds
of plump red tomatoes.
Just to the right of the larger beefsteak tomatoes are the smaller romers.
Their skin is glossy and taut, and she can almost taste the rich, tangy sauce they'll become.
She picks out a handful of the ripest, making sure she has more than enough for a personal pizza.
Sarah loves a delicious summertime pizza, made simply with tomato sauce, olive oil, garlic, and basil.
It reminds her of summers spent with her grandparents, picking tomatoes off the vine,
and canning sauces for the seasons to come.
After the tomatoes, she chooses two bulbs of garlic from the other side.
side of the store. Their papery skin flakes off in her hand. The young man offers her a brown paper bag
for her produce and she places the tomatoes and garlic inside. Once she's paid, Sarah pops the paper bag
into her tote alongside the soap and sun cream as she turns to leave the store. She sees her friend. She sees her
friend Julie in the middle of the walkway. Julie moved to the mountains last year.
And since then, she and Sarah have watched their friendship blossom. Julie's face brightens,
and she smiles warmly when she spots Sarah. Sarah notices Julius carrying a large woven basket
and a tote bag.
Both are full of fresh vegetables, jams,
and even a loaf of sourdough bread,
which is poking out to the top of the basket.
Sarah and Julie talk for a few minutes
and show off their market finds.
Then Julie spots the camera.
Sarah explains how she sends a letter
to family and friends, and always tries to include a few snapshots of daily life.
In response, Julie, with her usual lively spirit,
pause Sarah towards the stage where people are dancing to the cheerful music.
They both set down their baskets and bags, and then, with a gleam in her eye,
Julie takes Sarah's hand and gently pulls her into a dance.
Hesitating at first, Sarah soon gives in with a smile.
She begins to sway and then finds the rhythm of the music.
Sarah often dances in the privacy of her own home,
but hardly ever out in the open,
With Julie's help, she embraces the lively spirit of the farmer's market and lets loose.
She twirls in the grass, feeling light on her feet.
Julie takes this opportunity to use Sarah's camera.
She picks it up and captures a few candid shots of Sarah's happy dancing.
Sarah catches her in the...
act, and they laugh together.
Sarah agrees that these candid photos will be perfect for her letters,
a way to show everyone just how happy she is.
Living up here in the mountains, this life is magical, Sarah thinks.
As she returns to dancing,
with Julie by her side.
