A little look at the Market from my tent.
This morning was the Chillicothe Farmers Market opening day for the season. I look forward to this day for months...7 to be exact. You might not know this about me, but I'm a social person. Oh sure, put me in a room full of people where I don't know a single soul and I'll be shy, but at the farmers market...not a chance.
Everything was wonderful! The people...the food...the plants! Did I mention the food? Oh my, there was beef, pork, goat, alpaca...pies, cakes, cookies...coffee, tea...my only saving grace is that I'm usually at the Market sans family so I don't get a chance to walk around and indulge much. Instead I stay in my little spot and ask people what they bought, what they're eating, and remarking on how wonderful their flowers smell. When I do get out I head down to Two Roasting Joes for some decaf (No, not for health issues. Sharon on caffeine is like a rabbit hopped up on too many carrots.). It's fantastic - the coffee, not me on caffeine. For those of you who don't have the opportunity to go to our market or buy their coffee in some of our area stores, you can find them at (shameless plug) http://www.tworoastingjoes.com Trust me, you'll be glad you gave them a go. Tell Tom I said, "Hi, and I'll see you on Saturay."
The first day was a wonderful success! I had great neighbors on both sides. There was Elliott, who sells maple syrup from his farm - I've been his market neighbor for years - and Yoder's Greenhouse, who is a new neighbor. What a wonderful new neighbor, too! They had beautful flowers. It was hard to sit there at my little spinning wheel and watch the flowers go to someone else's home. Maybe I'll indulge next week.
So there you have it, I went, I sold, I spun, I had a great time, and I am looking forward to next Saturday morning already. Too bad when I got home it was to dog throw up on the floor. < Sigh!> At least I should be happy the offender had the decency to put the deposit on the bathroom floor and not on the rug. Have a wonderful weekend! Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.