I feel like a traitor. We skipped our Murphy farmers market and drove to Blairsville to the Union County farmers market which offers much more than ours. I don't know the reason behind the mayor not supporting our local market but each year fewer and fewer vendors set up at the L & N Depot. Seven-and-a-half years ago vendor tents surrounded the depot building and filled the paved parking area. There were at least a half-dozen different tents with farm produce, an area set aside for small livestock and poultry sales, pottery, and many other crafts. Now on a good Saturday, there's less than half of what there used to be. The Union County market has three open buildings with ninety sites where vendors back their vehicles up to their covered site and sell tailgate style or set up at tables. I found "Bring Home the Bakin' " which is all gluten free baked goods. I bought two scones and lemon square. Mmmmmmm! We met Barb and Mike in the parking lot. Barb bought two pounds of okra for pickling. Tuesday morning I'll cut my garden dill and we'll pickle at her house.
Some days are full of doing tasks and chores that Cliff did for me. The floor wasn't that dirty but he enjoyed saying. "Guess I need to pull out the vacuum. I'm tripping over debris." I thanked him. Whenever I was in the kitchen trying out new recipes, making cookies or the double batch tapioca pudding for him, he was there beside (getting in my way sometimes) washing the utensils, pots/pans, cutting boards, drying them and putting everything back in their proper places only to have me take some things back out and reuse again. "I just washed that" he would state. He learned to ask if I were through with things before he cleaned up after me. I thanked him. He emptied the dishwasher when it was finished in such an orderly manner (getting in my way sometimes because I was also in the kitchen working but he wanted to be there with me). I thanked him. Every morning he made my bed reminding me of the order that the pillows needed to be placed. John&
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