A Saturday at the market. I’m not going to post market photos. You’ve seen them, last Saturday and the one before that. But how about of leaves as they begin to crinkle inward...
And of the special chicken presentation, which Ed and I attended, thinking for a whole hour that we would someday raise chickens at the farmette. Until we talked ourselves out of the idea.
Young people. The farmhouse was abuzz with them tonight: daughters – both of them! – and their friends, all spilling onto the porch where the food is plentiful and the heater Ed put up is quite wonderful.
They look like a serious lot, don’t they? Maybe. Except when the parent speaks in the way that my generation speaks. And then their faces light up with laughter -- abundant, youthful laughter.
love your porch and its gatherings...beautiful photo of the capitol too!
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