This afternoon, I spent a delightful hour or so meandering through the
stalls at your local farmers' market. The weather was glorious, the crowd
lively, the produce and other wares (honey, cheese, eggs, grass-fed beef,
focaccia and other baked goods) more than tempting. Unable to maintain a
firm grasp on my wallet, I returned home with bulging shopping bags and a
grin on my face.

I *do* so enjoy these weekly forays!

Spitz
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"Home, James, and don't spare the horses!"