I should have been a marketing major. As in, I could totally major in going to the market.
I love the farmers market, and it is shameful how little I go.
Saturday the boys were sleeping over at the grandparents, Sweet Man was snoring away at home, and I escaped for a little marketing. The season here is winding down, and it had been a stormy morning, so the little market I went too (we have several in our area) was smaller than usual, but still lovely.
This market is filled with more than just veggies and fruits. It is also filled with jams and jellies and potterie and organic meats and lotions and potions.
Everyone who sells in this market seems to realize just how cute the market is, and so are their booths, signs and packaging are equally as cute. The only thing that perhaps could make it better would be if there was a troubadour a’ala Gilmore Girls, and if Taylor was there, terrorizing the lead farmer.
Otherwise it is pretty much perfect and pretty much cute. And if this great scale had fit in my purse I would have snatched it up.
That’s all for now.
Remember friends- No Crying on Wednesdays!
Ours is today 🙂 Perhaps I will go!
But $4.50 for a dozen eggs?? Really??
I MISS Gilmore Girls – don't you just hate it when a favorite show goes off the air? Taylor was a hoot!