Farmers Market

Walking around the local farmers market I enjoyed the sunshine and the stuff folks sold.  Not only do they hawk things but they also have a massage person, some crazy person selling wind chimes on a windy day (ouch) along with samples of treats tempting us to buy.

The grapes looked nummy but not for nearly five bucks a pound.

I am thinking about picking up the airferns or other things like orchids then I remember the wind chimes and can't think of a single place to put them without risking damage!

I am writing in spurts but not as much as I would like.  That said I do enjoy the twists and turns my tale is taking so I won't curse it.  Thanksgiving a week away.  Sheesh!