I remember going to the farmer’s market when I was little — the one in our town was known for its delicious donuts — and milling around with my parents.
I’m sure it’s not true, but it always seemed like all the moms wore sundresses. There were live music and fresh berries and we loved it. We’ve been taking Henry pretty regularly and I hope he also has nice memories of it when he’s grown.
We especially like meeting friends at Green City Market to eat crepes in the sunshine, walk to the petting zoo, and let the kids dance to the various musicians. A perfect, languid morning made for memories (and sundresses).