The Scent of Waffles…

We arrived at our last Farmer’s Market just as the sun was going down. But we had a goal and could not be deterred.

In fact, when Miss Chompy first got out of the car she took a whiff–

and a big, long sniff, and said,

“I can SMELL them!!

We need to go get Waffles...now!

Okey-dokey Miss Chompy. Anything you say.

Ahhh…such wisdom from the mouth of babes.

Last Hurrah

The other day at Riverwoods Farmer’s Market we found a few hints of the last bits of summer still around…

┬álike warm fountains to toss pennies to…

and bright, happy flowers to breathe in…

and water sprays to soak your toes and fill your bag with…

and spooky old Zoltar to get your fortune from…

and even more waffles to nibble on.

I don’t mind one bit that the evenings are getting cooler and the sun is sinking faster in the sky. Summer is lovely, of course… but I’m a much bigger fan of Autumn…

and to look at those mountains–we won’t be waiting long.

:}

For Another Day…

I was going to write a post telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth about my silly little garden and all of it’s woes and calamities. But to be honest–I’m just so happy to have these pretty little Sun Sugar tomatoes fresh from…well…what’s left of my garden, that I haven’t got a whiney thought left in me.

Instead, I have a whole bucket full of goodness to gobble up and it’s a scrumptious distraction.

I’ll tell you about the other stuff…later.

If I remember.

:}