Farmer’s market is life
Farmer’s Markets, in my mind are all the same. Filled with the same stuff.. jams, wind chimes, homemade jewelry, what have you. Honey, beef jerky, seen one seen them all, I say. This truly is one of my core beliefs. What better way to spend a Saturday or Sunday morning than in the monotony of a farmer’s market? That was rhetorical. I have lawn to mow, edges to trim, generally other shit to do rather then spend the better part of a weekend trying to be some farm-to-table version of myself. I think this is where me and my Highlander mom club deviate in our ethos. I like value and affordability but in all honesty i think Wegmans does a fine job achieving this all in one place. I assume they take care of their people and their producers and the environment and the kids and whatever other causes are worth causing for. Wifie is taking me to Ithaca for the day. It’s a lovely 69 degrees on Saturday morning (great day to mow). The Babies spent the night with the in-laws. We wake up leisure
