I visited our local farmer's market this morning after I finished my run. I really need to go more often. There was a banjo player, vendors chatting with passersby, a little boy hawking hand drawn super hero pictures for a dollar (and wearing a cape and bike helmet sporting a mohawk on top). Containers holding Brussel sprouts sat next to pints of colorful cherry tomatoes; squashes and sunflowers, zinnias and fresh garlic. The air was still sleepy, voices hushed, the day not quite awake yet.
Scenes from a farmer's market.