Fresh produce. Pretty flowers. Cute puppies. Adorable families. Free samples. Babes with beards. Coffee and scones. Herbs and popsicles and waffles. The B.Ripp Farmers Market is heaven, everybody. Hippy heaven, as my roommates refer to it.
I flitted from booth to booth on Saturday, like a little hummingbird, thanks to the coffee I got at the Hubbard & Cravens stand. There was so much to see and hear and smell!
The hubub of people perusing the produce was set to a soundtrack of lighthearted hipster tunes played by this sweet little trio.
Families sat and listened, tapping their toes and humming along as the band sang an Ingid MIchaelson song, "Don't you worry there my honey, we may not have any money... But we've got our love to pay the bills."
That sounded like my near future, after I bought all the sunflowers and vegetables I was eyeing.
That sounded like my near future, after I bought all the sunflowers and vegetables I was eyeing.
These girls enlightened and informed me about the delicacy that is a Walking Waffle. Let me say it again, people: heaven. I made a beeline for that booth next!
Oliver and his dad made a stop at the Wild's Apple Farm booth and loaded up with some crisp, delicious fruit. They pointed me in the direction of the juicy, ruby-red gems.
So mouthwatering!
I left with a bunch of sunflowers, a small pot of lavender, some apples and peaches and grapes, an eggplant, an acorn squash, a jar of curtido ferment, three scones, a huge smile, and a happy heart. I may have gone a little overboard. But fresh food feeds the belly and Saturday mornings with at the market with friends feeds the soul.