We’re a little addicted to the farmer’s market that fills a historic school building parking lot on Saturday mornings. Walking all the way from the nearest available parking spot. Getting our weekend treat of lattes to sip as we browse the real milk cheeses, pastured meats and eggs, fresh caught shellfish, jams, kale, rhubarb, aromatic baked goods, plant starts, and chatting with the resident master gardeners. As much as I love the arts and crafts stands of many markets, it nice to have such a concentration of useful food vendors. And the best of all is the colorful and delicious purchases we make.
We know it’s time to go when our milk jar is sad and empty.
This week there was a street fair as well, and these guys were just chillin’ in a bus stop. The washboard player was fabulous.