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?!
I promptly tucked into a Mason jar.
The farmers' market...what's not to love?!
Love your pictures! They bring back sweet memories. The one in your header especially makes me a little homesick.
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