Farmer's Market

Do you know what is a fun little treasure? Farmer’s markets! They are awesome! Alana, my mom, and I went on Saturday morning and you should have seen all the loot we got. I was trying to carry two loaves of bread in separate paper bags, a sack of potatoes, two cantaloupes (they were heavy), and a back of nectarines all back to the car with Alana carrying two loaves of bread and a box of overflowing peaches and probably some other stuff while my mom went to get some corn. You should have seen all the people laughing at us. Well, it was mostly at the comments we were making. Alana was desperately trying to make me stop because she thought the bowling ball cantaloupes were going to rip through the sack and go tumbling into the river and the nectarines were swinging around getting bruised. She just doesn’t know the physics of plastic bags. We made it to the car safe and sound without any swimming fruit, though one nectarine was out for the count. Oh well. But I love that place. We went to the one in Murray Park. My next goal is to go to the one downtown. I bet they have gypsies down there. I love it when gypsies try to tell me my fortune.