Despite the fact that there was a blown-over umbrella out back Saturday morning, and a knocked down tree in the middle of the road on 9th street (that had to be driven around), and a few intermittent rain drops with thunder rumbling in the distance, the farmers market went on.
Rain boots were worn, strings were still strung, bags were still toted.
There were new people to meet,
peonies to select,
decorating to admire,
and produce to acquire.
I am trying the Dino kale this week - it will be combined somehow with purple cauliflower and cabbage. Fashioned into some kind of insanely delicious lunch.
Chris will probably insist that I pack all his lunches this week too. Not.