Last Farmer's Market 2008Yesterday the temperature was in the 20's. We ventured out to the Farmer's Market to see our friends and their wares. David had donned his festive Christmas colors.
Dave was in charge of providing heat. I gave him a hard time saying " there's plenty of fuel, but where is the fire?" The old saying (Where there be smoke.. there be fire.) finally came true and the fire was soon blazing. It felt wonderful.
As with every Farmer's Market, this fine lady welcomed us to the last market of the year. The free coffee and hot chocolate that she provided was a treat.
Judy is talking with our friend, Rick Sypolt, about his Christmas trees. He grows lovely trees. I had to chuckle to myself since we have had an artificial tree for the past several years.
Judy did purchase some hard cinnamon candy, a wreath, and this mistletoe. I took the clue and kissed her under the mistletoe. Anna James and her husband collected these plants. I asked about their method of collection. I guessed it - a shotgun blasted the critters out of the tree! Mistletoe grows so high in the trees that it is a rare person who climbs the tree with prunning shears.
Judy is talking with our friend, Rick Sypolt, about his Christmas trees. He grows lovely trees. I had to chuckle to myself since we have had an artificial tree for the past several years.
Judy did purchase some hard cinnamon candy, a wreath, and this mistletoe. I took the clue and kissed her under the mistletoe. Anna James and her husband collected these plants. I asked about their method of collection. I guessed it - a shotgun blasted the critters out of the tree! Mistletoe grows so high in the trees that it is a rare person who climbs the tree with prunning shears.
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