7.09.08 Farmers’ Market

Category: dribblings

is it farmer’s or farmers’? it doesn’t matter. now the word farmer doesn’t seem like a word at all. farmer.

RBC has decided that it wants a farmers’ market too. so every monday and wednesday from 7am – noon at the RBC City Hall parkinglot you can find a couple of fruit and veg dealers hawking their wares.

i was going to walk Roxy down there this morning, but when i went to put her leash on her collar wasn’t on her neck. i eventually found it under the deck. it was torn. so i couldn’t walk her. boo. she’ll get a new necklace soon.

so instead i rode my bike over to cityhall. i looked at all the stuff but i only bought some of those hard green (with a little bit of red) plums.


my god, i love those. i’ve already had three and i’m having to force myself not to eat anymore as i’m already flirting with potential gastro-intestinal disaster.

on the way home yesterday i tried to take a picture of the hawk, but i couln’t get close because the damn thing always flies away. so here’s a link to the giant picture (i couldn’t make it small cos you wouldn’t be able to see anything. it’d be even more “where’s waldo” than it is now.

 

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