Farmer's Market

I love the farmer's market. It's not a market, it's an experience. We spent three -ish hours there this morning as a family. We people-watched, sampled delightful snacks and did some wonderful bargain hunting. We found the super-fabulous shoes that Keenan loves, but he's in the biggest size that Target sells. Well, a lady in the Bitterroot makes and sells them up to adult sizes, so Keenan is set for life! We found art for our sanctuary (the master bedroom). We bought local fruit, veggies, sauces and cheese. And based on the bulbs that we bought, my flower garden will be spectacular next summer. I can't wait to show it off!

Emma and I have been going to the market since she was a baby. We used to get a little treat from one of the bakery's there, and then wander around. A lady used to sell little girls dresses there that were very hippie. Emma loved them, and wore them summer and winter and everything in between. She called them her "farmet markers dresses". Not a lot has changed. Now it's the silk skirts and fancy bags that catch her attention. Also, she loved watching a man throw pots and a woman weave thread. Keenan enjoyed all of the people, and the dogs! So much to do and see at the market.