Farmers Market

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Zero per cent chance of rain today.  You know how that goes.  As it turned out, today was a zero rain day.  Being the Memorial Day weekend, we headed to town earlier than usual, but not early enough.  Our spot was reserved for us but all the sturdy white tents had been set up for the very early vendors.  We had to set up an older flimsy green one but with no impending rain or winds, it worked out ok today.  Murphy's busy this holiday weekend so we were hoping it would be a profitable market day.
                                                                     my tent set-up
                                     To my right is Patty's quilted purses and bags. 
               Patty spends about 7 hours to make one reversible purse and they sell for only $55.
With all the tourists in town, today's market was busy and profitable .

Garden progress.............
Rhubarb looks as if it'll be ready soon to be cut and made into strawberry-rhubarb pie or rhubarb crumble.
I picked a snail off the cabbage leaves yesterday.  Sprinkled little pellets around the plants to deter slugs and snails so they won't lay eggs on the leaves and destroy them. 
Potatoes.  We'll be hoeing more earth around the plants this week, then mulching with straw or hay.
Wild daisies grow all along Boulder Creek Rd so I cut a bunch and enjoy them in the house, too.
These vases that Lauria gave me are perfect for tall wild flowers.




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