Uncle be a bit stir crazy so he chirps, "Hey! Wanna' go to the Farmer's Market today?"
The day were glorious--sunny but only 68 degrees--tourists gettin' they money's worth, fer shure.
Anyhow, it be a favored Saturday saunter, but the veggies take a distant third place behind the dawgs on parade an' the spectacular flowers. We did take home some green tomatoes an' heirloom tomatoes...no Chickory Farm an' Art Truck in sight.
Every man's dream? A Barbie in his pocket?
Handsome market basket...
Dawgs in baby strollers? Thinkin' it's a neurosis.
Island colors are top sellers
Uncle is sold on jalapeno pickles from this vendor whose presentation were jes' top drawer--she'd been laid off, had a dream of canning an' such, an is now happier than when she wuz "gainfully employed." Her husband (blue striped shirt) seems mildly stunned that pickles an' jam make money.
lush Hortensia (Hydrangeas)
Wish't y'all had been thar' wif' us--does ya' have a favorite Saturday haunt?