Too much rain has put a damper on the best of days. Water and mud block our farm lane. Yet I am enjoying today’s warm, windy weather–I’m trying to take it all in, even the humidity, and keep it in my heart. That way I can bring it out mid-January and remember.
Last evening I raced outside with my cell phone to take a photo of the sunset. It was another day I’ll set in my heart.
As I was enjoying the sun setting over the cornfield, I saw another view of the sky.
I stepped down into the ditch and used the tops of the corn to frame the evening sky colors.
Bob and I were set up at the Seymour Farmer’s Market by 1:30. The market opened at 2, but there were already people walking around.
Even before two I made a sale and happily looked forward to the rest of our time at the market.
About the time of the official opening, Bob said was starting to rain. I thought he was crazy as I just checked my WeatherBug and it had nothing on the radar.
Guess what? It was raining, or at least sprinkling. I moved my books farther under our canopy. The sprinkle didn’t stop but speeded up. I had to cover the table with my books, but the rest of my stuff got rained on. It didn’t hurt the tiles or Rebecca’s trees.
No one shut down during the shower, though some did cover up their displays.
Can you tell that my table and painted ties are wet? No big problem though. After the rain stopped I wiped everything down, uncovered my dry books, and continued selling at the market.
The rest of the day was lovely. Only a small portion of Seymour got the pop-up shower. The rest of town stayed dry and didn’t realize they missed the shower.
There are many pretty places in Wisconsin. One that is not far from our home is the Green Bay Botanical Garden.
One lovely corner (there are many lovely corners) is this spot in the Kress Oval Garden. The statue is of George Kress playing his violin for his wife.
I always like it as it depicts love in later years….Too bad Bob doesn’t play the violin, or any instrument for that matter. If we ever had a statue of us together, we would be sitting on the bench together.
This old apple tree reminds me of those living on our farm as it has seen many years. A nice place to stop and ponder the ups and downs of life.
It’s Tuesday, so once again we were at the Seymour Farmer’s Market.
The weather was predicted to have pop-up showers today, but lucky for us none popped here. We had a nice day with a lovely breeze.
There could have been more shoppers at the market, but maybe they were saving themselves for the county fair which started tonight with a tractor pull. Bob entertained himself by watching all the trailers with tractors on them, driving to the fair. Most were IH.
From our booth/canopy we could see the people to our west who were selling handmade teddybears and a bunch of other crocheted items.
East of us was a couple selling vegetables.
See the blue cooler on the table to the left above the yellow bucket. A little boy was selling lemonade at the end of his mother’s table. Bob and I bought a cup from him for fifty cents each.