I L.O.V.E. the Friday night Farmer’s Market.
Everything always sells out.
I go early to get a good spot in the bread line.
(Our weekend breakfast consists of the yummy scones,
not as yummy as the ham and cheese scone in NYC though.)
Next week I promise to take pictures of
1. the tomatoes to the left
2. the flowers on the stroller and behind luke
3. the crazyridiculous bread and the line it commands.
4. the peaches