The farmers' market, that is. Yesterday, I got up bright and early (okay, not that early, but before nine, which is the same thing) to venture downtown with my dad, grandpa and sister. First we walked around the trail by the lake, among bikers and joggers and people with dogs and strollers. I must have walked a few miles...
Then it became unbearably hot as the day wore on, so we sought shade under the trees and tents of the farmers' market. I've been wanting to go for a while so I was happy to get to check it off my list of things to do.
We passed all sorts of fresh produce--everything from the orange carrots (which we bought) to the dark purple of the crates of blackberries.
I gotta say, blackberries have now replaced raspberries as my new favorite fruit. I had some with my lunch yesterday and boy, are they delicious. Just the right combination of sweet and sour.
Crepe myrtles are like the epitome of summer to me. Love.
Have a wonderful day! :)