The Market of Farmers

Farmer's Markets are good for the mind and body. They are a far cry from Wal-mart. Everybody should be required to walk around one every Saturday. I was driving home this morning from working out and called John "Hey, let's take the kids down to the farmer's market, Noon Mass at the Newman Center, and then lunch at Yia Yia's." Of course, he is always up for fun so off we went.
The Haymarket was loaded with lovely little tents run by proud people who have developed an art or hobby. The live music only added to the already festive atmosphere.

You know how I feel about pies.

One of the my favorite sites to watch in our children is watching them watch something. I love watching them in wonder trying to figure out something or try to do something. Their faces are so innocent.  I know God looks at me this way.  My mom always said she always felt God's presence while bathing her little ones and in the middle of the night when you are up and most of the world is asleep.  We are up sacrificing sleep while nobody but God knows.  It must make Him happy.

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Today, the young man in the Froggy 98 T-shirt taught me many lessons. He was mentally disabled. I watched him for some time so happy to dance and listen to the music. He was UNAWARE of anything else nor anybody watching him. He was just happy. I told John that we are so stupid sometimes. Understandably, our kids were very hot and needy mainly due to the temperature. This guy, though, wasn't. He was just happy. I told John that his parents will never have to worry about his soul.

It must feel good at the end of each day to look at such produce and know that with God's help, you produced such beauty.

What kind of person grows this beauty in their back yard? Yes. The gardener of these flowers matched their beauty. What a lovely woman.

I love mass at the Newman Center especially on Saturdays. I was walking up with little Damaris and noticed these banners.  It really is true. 

They even served their soda in Mason jars. The kids were enamored.

I've always wanted to go to Yia Yia's to eat their famous pizza, but have never been. My love affair with their style of pizza began 10 years ago in Wisconsin. I was up visiting my sister and she took me to this quaint little pizza eatery tucked back into a nook in downtown Milwaukee.  The whole set-up was out of movie.  The waiters, the cracker crust pizza served on massive round pizza trays with a certain paper underneath.  The lighting was right.  The whole thing was just fun.  We went twice while I was there.  Anyway, I have been after a cracker crust pizza ever since then.  I finally found it.  I told John that I already know with my next pregnancy I have a bad feeling we will be making several trips to Yia Yia's for their pizza once the cravings set in.  

Truman turns 2-years-old tomorrow.

We only have two more weeks with Aunt Damaris. How will I ever let her go? Her help and companionship this summer has been the greatest gift to our family. The most wonderful thing about her is her cheerful giving. She is always happy to help out and it never seems "too much" no matter what I ask her to do.