This little farmers market is really blossoming! Each time I go there are more people, more booths. More fun. Obviously, from my first photo, some of them were taken on Mother's Day. I so loved the little chair with all the pink flowers.
|""Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. Ones who see things differently."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Apple Computer Inc.
Always beautiful flowers and plants at the market. But this time something else caught my eye. An army of frogs. They were enchanting. I'm sure there is a prince in there somewhere. They are from Atelier Alcaniz Art & Gift Gallery. I was to email her when I finally got around to posting these, and I dug up her card...but no email address!
|"Around us the night creatures have their say. We are surrounded by a symphony of crickets and frogs."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Libba Bray (The Sweet Far Thing)
|"Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; — 'Tis the wind and nothing more.' "|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Edgar Allan Poe (The Raven)
There were some warm, smooth, beautiful wooden carving boards. Wonderfully shaped. Wonderful to touch.
|"And when he died...I cried because he would never carve another piece of wood"|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Ray Bradbury (Fahrenheit 451)
And these eggs are like heaven in a shell. Really. The difference is astounding.
|"Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Jodi Picoult (Salem Falls)