Our little "downtown" hosts a Farmer's Market every Saturday morning. The locals park their trucks along the street and sell everything from homemade soap and blueberry muffins to garden tomatoes all right out of their truck beds.
One Saturday, a string ensemble of high school students in overalls played as people shopped. I couldn't help but be amused thinking this was now my country version of grocery shopping compared to the city version where classical piano plays in Kroger or Whole Foods while shopping is done in heels. This country style, I admit, is more colorful and bewildering but I appreciate it.
So we load the kids in the stroller and walk down the street five blocks to buy our goodies. It is a lovely way to start our Saturdays.
They had just got up only minutes before and were still rather dazed and puffy-eyed, Andrew especially ; )
Farm grown goodness