There are fewer vendors and shoppers at the farmers market these days. Cold mornings and warm beds conspiring to keep some at home. Saturday mornings in the fall, at the market, are for sturdy folk. Like this mother-daughter duo whose smiles are so bright the masks couldn't hide them.
I love how Miss pink coat is tenderly cradling whatever is in that basket. It's what caught my eye in the first place. Complete joy in knowing you have made just the right purchase.
When rounding the corner after picking up extra Baclava to share with Dottie and Ray this coming week, there was this quintessential hat/mask combo. Once again, all smiles.
After selecting a gnarly green and a bright orange pumpkin, and getting them all balanced exactly right in my basket and arms, along with 5 pounds of gourds, 3 containers of baclava, the camera, my wallet, and car keys... I ran into the Turkey Trot couple. Which caused me to stop, set everything down, and inform them that of course I had to get their picture as well.
In case they don't look familiar to you, I have taken their picture every year at the market, about this time, wearing their matching hats. Last year, or maybe the year before, they told me they acquired the hats when they were visiting their daughter (I think) in Chicago (maybe) and participated in the turkey trot race (for sure).
These are the relationships that form at the Saturday morning Lawrence Farmers market. Friendly, kind, warm. Oh don't get me started.
Instead here are my gourds and a pumpkin.
Wonderful. I really look forward to your trips to the Farmer Market, you really capture the best, the essence.
Posted by: jacki long | 10/19/2020 at 12:42 PM
Well! I'm learning something every day. I have never heard of this race until, prompted by your post, I looked it up. Somehow I thought the Turkey Trot was a dance, it probably is.
Such lovely people at your market!
Posted by: Chrissy | 10/19/2020 at 01:32 PM