Strides long, air crisp, and coffee in hand, we head toward the vibrant awning patchwork and the pleasant sound of gentle morning chatter. The air is fragranced with the sweet perfume of soil and babies gurgle from their strollers as I take in the visual feast.

Hearty voices adorn the scene.

"Hot Spicy Cheesy Bread!"

"Fresh Asparagus!"

"Cheese Curds, Get Your Cheese Curds!"

It's so friendly, so wonderful—and, I suppose, a little of my inner Bohemian comes forth.



I love the Farmer's Market.