I love love love to go to the farmer’s market in our downtown! we went when I was a little girl and now I see my own littles happy to go… I would go every week … but Pappa loves to spend the wee morning hours tucked in bed with the girls sipping his coffee slowly and reading the paper from over to cover… Our farmer’s market tends to get quite busy… dogs… people… baskets… it’s quite the show… and for someone like Pappa, who just does not deal too good with that so early … well it’s only maybe twice a month we go…. and since it’s only on Saturday we space it out…..
so happy to be here …. skippy happy!
then we stop at my favorite cafe which is where I used to work actually… I see a lot of familiar faces… my old customers… ahhh my old latte… lovely!
and this little sourpuss… well… she was getting quite impatient here waiting for her croissant!… yikes!