Farmers Market

I am no longer a farmer's market virgin. Every Tuesday night throughout the summer my quaint little lake community hosts a farmer's market in the park by the beach.
It was awesome.

Vendors were selling fresh vegetables, plants, fresh baked bread, handmade jewelry and clothing, home-made salsa, crafts, and a bunch of other fun things for sale. There was even an obnoxious band whose lyrics included "my wife is my grandma". (What?!) Apparently they missed the "family event" part? Ish.

Mmmmm Sassy Salsa.

From the balloon stand.

Fresh veggies. Yummy.

Pretty flowers by the lake.

Creepy band guys.

If I didn't have eight million of these growing in my own garden I

think I would've bought some.