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Pat
There is a kind of comforting familiarity about these Farmers' Markets, they tend to have the same feel, whether in Mundane, Whitby or Halifax. In many places there's an 'inside' and an 'outside', and 'inside' there's always a heady aroma of herbs, freshly baked bread and coffee, and often there's  a man with pony tail strumming a guitar...

posted by Nautikos on May 2, 2010 at 6:09 AM | link to this | reply

Pat
Those storms are now over Memphis with no let-up in sight. I don't remember it raining so much for so long. We had a respite for about an hour when the clouds broke and the sun dared peek through, but it was soon back at it, making up for the lost time. Thunder and air raid sirens are so steady I don't pay any attention to them. Hopefully, it'll all be over by tomorrow, but I'm not betting on it.  

posted by Talion_ on May 1, 2010 at 11:31 PM | link to this | reply

PatB
And I am grateful we are still in that circle of life which your writing makes so worthwhile luv

posted by WileyJohn on May 1, 2010 at 8:58 PM | link to this | reply

I hope to go to the farmers market up here this year and get home grown
garden produce. You dod make it sound an exciting place to visit....and I remember last year you used to buy wonderful produce.

posted by Kabu on May 1, 2010 at 2:05 PM | link to this | reply

I love flea markets and farmer's markets.

posted by hazel_st_cricket on May 1, 2010 at 1:29 PM | link to this | reply

When I used to live in Lexington......
I looked forward every Saturday morning to walking down from my high rise to enjoy the farmer's market...."Lunker" sized tomatoes, fresh cut flowers, and my weekly sin....Snickerdoodle cookies from an Amish family.....

Thanks for bring back that memory....

posted by Corbin_Dallas on May 1, 2010 at 9:28 AM | link to this | reply

That all sounds like so much fun.
May is the month when mother always would let us start going barefoot.  That was so important to us.  Before that she was afraid we would "catch our death of cold".

posted by TAPS. on May 1, 2010 at 8:14 AM | link to this | reply