I love me a good Farmer’s Market.
I love artists. And farmers. And tie-dyed hippies selling their wares.
I love kettle corn. Oh man, do we love the kettle corn.
I love fresh baking. And bison burgers.
I love in-season fruit and veggies and greens.
I love local entertainment and running into people I know.
There is nothing bad about a farmer’s market. Even the booths I do not buy from, I respect. Respect the creativity that brought them there.
I even love leaving the farmer’s market. Full of fresh things to devour. But mostly since it means it is time to check out the town. For wherever there is a farmer’s market, there is sure to be…
A bunch of men walking a mile in red highheels? Sweet.
We spot a friend in the mix and Kaya looks on, at first confused, but I think quickly, jealous. Because red high heels would so compliment her wardrobe. It matches Spidey for goodness sake!
A fantastic cause and donation detour later and we head to some funky independent shops nearby.
I love me a funky independent shop too.
Gadgety, organic, nature-themed, gallery and flower shop browsing is good. Really good.
Even the non-funky shops make the cut.
Like cozy bookstores.
and a Dr. Seuss.
You can never, ever go wrong with Dr. Seuss.
So we go. Because really, truly, today is a Great Day for Up!