Farmer's Market

We ventured down to Pioneer Park for the Farmer's Market, and we got our fill of "City life." Although, I will admit that I did miss the Pashmina's and purses. (I'm still kicking myself about not buying a purse of the street.) And while we were walking around we heard that all too familiar twangy and rattlely and drummy sound. I guess it is only familiar if your husband shot and edited a short doc on the subject, it is familiar in our house. We watched for about 10 minutes.

We came home with some big beautiful ripe tomatoes, and boy did they taste good with the fresh mozerella and basil from my window sill herb garden.