Produce and pooches

 

With Sunday’s weather looming on the horizon, (today it was 74 in the morning, then dropped to 52 with high winds and rain in a span of one hour) My Guy and I figured we’d better get out and enjoy the day.

          It had been quite a while since we’d both gone to the Saturday farmer’s market. It’s changed quite a bit – I found only two actual produce venders, the rest of the booths were filled with fancy breads, cheeses and spices, and endless things to eat right there like barbecue, pierogies, even lobster sliders.

How about paella with shrimp, scallops, and squid - the black you see is squid ink.

      

    

There were also a few crafty-kinds of booths.

 

         But what we found remarkable was the preponderance of dogs.

         Dogs in pairs,

 dogs training to help the blind,

 BIG dogs (bear in mind that the owner was well over 6’4” if that helps gauge the scale)

And dogs on wheels

Or without

And then there’s always a non-conformist. . .

Tale from the slow lane

          We have a fully outfitted home here. You know – sheets, plates, pots, actual furniture to sit one. So why do I so often find myself at Home Goods?

          Or as I like to call it, Mecca.

Florida and fluids

         I’m not too sure where the last two weeks went.

Moving on to better days?

 Happy New Year to all -

Ego? What ego?

          There’s a small shop here in our small town that - alongside fancy teas, apples from a nearby orchard, and artisanal breads – sells my books and those of my neighbor Dave, who's a local historian.

Watch out for the sugar plum fairy

 

I’d had my misgivings, but as it turns out I survived this morning’s yoga class just fine.

          After three days on my feet preparing, creating, and clearing up Christmas, my left knee went on strike. On Saturday the idea of bending it was laughable.

New traditions

     This will be one of the few years we won't be lighting a menorah before we sit down to Christmas dinner, what with Hanukkah coming early.   With both daughter and son having joined up with members of the Jewish faith, it's been a tradition for quite a few years, and it'll seem kind of odd to skip that. 

    You can see even our tree has everything covered. 

    Merry Christmas and Happy whatever your holiday may be!