It was the weekend for the farmers market, so we wandered around looking at the local produce for sale.
"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring"
William Wordsworth
"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring"
William Wordsworth
They would be sprouting by the time I got half-way through 30kgs of potatoes. The weather looks a little chilly still out there at that time. I love Farmers' Markets 'cause you often get to meet the fair dinkum farmer.
ReplyDeleteI'll bet you had a lovely time strolling through, looking at everything. I so enjoy the Farmer's Market.
ReplyDeleteJulie, I agree 30kg is a lot of potato. The weather the day before was just plain hot but the rain chilled it down for the next day.
ReplyDeletePaula, I've been to markets but I think this was the first time I've actually gone to a Farmer's Market. I didn't really get to meet the farmers because we weren't buying ... a bit to much to lug it all home on the train.
There is something special about the farmers markets... I guess anywhere you go. Relaxed, in the open air, even seems so much more relaxed... I guess pretty much like the couple on the back of the truck!
ReplyDelete"Potato for sale" - just one?
ReplyDeleteHow cool not to buy the goods in a supermarket! Lovely collage!
ReplyDeleteAB already asked the question I wanted to ask too: only a single potato? No plural with potato?
ReplyDeleteMaybe like me they were in a hurry and couldn't decide to spell it potatos or potatoes. After Dan Quayle getting potato spelling wrong is too embarassing.
ReplyDeleteHah! Had forgotten all about Dan Quayle. Easily done, I hear you proclaim.
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