The last of the summer concerts held in the open barn was Friday night.  Future concerts will be held in the Keith House until next spring.  We brought our chairs, met Larry and Pat, and kept rhythm with the old-time-swing-ragtime-blues-novelty jazz band, Hot Duck Soup.

                                                        
Hot Duck Soup served up a mix of toe-tapping, finger-snapping tunes from the early 1900's through the 1940's.  Their songs were about everyday issues such as love, bananas, meatballs (with one slice of bread), chickens, and underwear.  It was a knee-slapping, toe-tapping evening where some part of your body needed to move with the music.


The Labor Day weekend farmers market brought more people than other weekends but not as much traffic as expected.  In previous years, when I was a shopper, not a vendor, the market had twice as many vendors as it does now.  From what I'm gathering, since the state is now making us apply for a tax number, many of the previous vendors have opted out of the market.  I don't make enough to pay a state tax but I do have a tax number.  Vendors who sell their photography and art and expensive crafts qualify to pay the state tax.  Without the showing of multiple tents, not as many people stop and browse.  I'll probably continue to set up through September and October and market early Christmas shopping.  Working on my marketing strategies now.  Don't hold your breathe.