I adore farmers' markets almost as much as I adore berry picking. I'm especially fond of the one up the street from our house. We have spent more than a dozen Saturday mornings there, sampling all the produce, buying food from vendors, and sitting in the grass eating our loot. Fantastic oranges in the winter; the juiciest peaches in the summer. Ryan usually chases the boys around the grass, and T rolls down a hill, and then five minutes later, we're back home putting the boys down for naps. Now that's a great Saturday morning.
So sneaky, Chase!