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. . .