Here in the high plains we tend to run a month behind or ahead of others in terms of season. The first time we cut the lawn a few weeks ago, I was filling up the gas can at the pump and the gentleman next to me said, “You are either cutting the lawn or a friend ran out of gas.” I smiled, replying, “cutting the lawn.” He showed shock as he told me that he had been cutting his lawn for over a month now. He lives in Fort Collins-4,900 feet above sea level-about 3,000 feet below Laramie level.
With a month delay in seasonal growing, usually comes a month delay in the Farmer’s Market. Our normal downtown market starts on July 6th, as it does every year. But, this year, a group of local artists and growers decided to host a new market that starts earlier and ends later. The best news is that it is literally 2 blocks from our house!
JWail and I took a break in our work of reading and writing and strolled on over there.
Suprisingly there was a good amount of vendors-salsa, tamales, vegetables, pastas, BBQ, a kids booth, fruits, jams, local artisan crafts, and a cute lemonade stand on the corner.
We left with quite the bounty.
And JWail was so happy to have his picture taken walking home with our goods.
I can’t wait until our garden produces a bounty!
Yes, although it needs some sweet whispering right now.
I’m heading to one this morning. Can’t wait!
So we were totally at a farmers market today. We got pie and popsicles. Woops. lol. I’ve already vowed to do better next time!!!!!
Ha-that’s funny. The pie must have been delish!