glimpses of the farmers' market...

golden honey

colorful flowers and fresh sweet corn

homebaked pies, breads, cakes, and cinnamon rolls

Indian corn

(for those of us anxiously awaiting fall!)

just-picked apples

It was still cool in the early morning and the square was bustling with activity. However, through all the chatting neighbors, laughing kids, and tail-wagging dogs, one little sign caught my eye...it simply read:

and Mattie, who was all of about 6 years old,

has been growing flowers all summer to sell at the market.

I just couldn't resist, so I asked her pick out her favorite colors for me, and I came home with a sweet bouquet
I promptly tucked into a Mason jar.

The farmers' market...what's not to love?!