I left the house Saturday afternoon, announcing that I was going to the farmer’s market. Delaney hollered down the stairs, “Didn’t you just get back from there?”
No, that was a different market. Oh, wait. That was two different markets. Yes, I went to three farmer’s markets in one day.
Yes, I’m mildly obsessive.
Every market is different–that’s what I love about them. We’re lucky to have four markets within an easy Saturday morning drive (maybe five; there’s one I haven’t checked out yet) of us. In the summer, when they’re bursting with goodies, I go to the nearest one, the big state market, several times a week–it’s where I do my grocery shopping. But the weekend markets are special.
Lately Lee’s been going with me and taking pictures. He calls it a “target-rich environment.” He’s right.
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I need to check out the ones by me.