During the summer months, our area has several farmers markets, they range from just a handful of vendors that set up in an empty parking lot to about a hundred different vendors spread over an entire park as well as everything in between of course. The big one is on Saturdays which means I usually don't get to go since I work and it's not as fun because it's so crowded that you're elbow to elbow with the crowd and get pushed along in mass so it's difficult to enjoy yourself.
Rather late in the season we discovered a mid size one that had probably fifty vendors and isn't as well known which made it much more fun. The best thing was it was held on Sundays and at
Wheeler Farm, a functional farm in the middle of the city. It's a taste (smell) of my childhood home. The Farmers Market had their last day this Sunday, but the farm is still open.
There are chickens
Turkeys (we think they may end up as Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner for the people that work at the farm, but don't tell them that.)
Billy Goats Gruff. (This guy likes pickled green beans, but don't ask me how I know.)
Two little piggies, I didn't dare ask what happened to the third one.
This sweet little Gurnsey (I think, it may be a Jersey) calf.
More chickens...I like chickens!
Pretty calico colored sheep in the fields
And pretty tabby kitties perched on top of the barn roof
There's spots for a bit of cuddling.
And trees for a bit of climbing.
And the occasional interesting vehicle. This is, as my daughter put it, the "shag mobile".
