On Saturday morning, Clara and I headed to a new farmer's market. It was a typical Arizona farmer's market, with homemade dogs treats and those gross honey sticks and a single vegetable stand. Somehow I always manage to get my hopes up for these danged farmer's markets, which are nothing like the ones you find in states that actually have grass. There's not a fruit or a flower to be seen for miles, and everything is overpriced.
Boo Arizona.
Clara and I topped off the morning with a breakfast picnic on the (sort-of greenish) wanna-be grass. It was actually quite lovely lounging in the shade of a big tree and watching the airplanes pass overhead.
Love that last picture!
ReplyDeleteI always had such high hopes for AZ farmer's markets, but always found what you did! Serious disappointment every time.
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