Hat on head, Ian headed off to the farmer's market with me, Greg, and Kerry. (Doug was busy at work finishing a project for the Navy - homeland security before produce!)
After we got our fruits and vegetables, we stopped to see this year's prize winning pumpkin (164 pounds):
We ate lunch in the farmer's market restaurant, where the waitress was happy to meet Ian:
After lunch, Ian enjoyed riding the tractor with Uncle Greg:
Here he is hanging out with Kerry, hat maker (you might notice Ian's hands in his mouth a lot these days -- that's because his two bottom front teeth are cutting through his gums):
And here we are posing in front of the Southern style farewell sign (who knew there were so many photo ops at the farmer's market?):
2 comments:
Ah, do you have to rub it in my face that you get to eat fried green tomatoes whenever you want and I have to be deprived? I am so going there with you next time I visit!
I had the fried green tomatoes in your honor, Thrush!! I hate to tell you... I've had better. When you visit next, there may be a trip to Asheville in order for the best fried green tomato sandwich ever!
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