To The Market

We made it shortly after eight this morning, minus a teenager that is. My grandson chose sleep over our ungodly early venture out. Too bad for him he missed out on an awesome breakfast all made from home grown stuff.

What beautiful displays of fresh veggies and tons of crafts. I feel totally grounded when I visit Farmer's Markets. Brings me back to real life as compared to walking around a super market or mall.

Went back to my daughter's place, spent a couple of hours polishing up her kitchen, then went for a bike ride to Borden Park.

After supper I got another request. "Grandma, will you take us swimming again please?" How could I resist.