Visiting the Skowhegan Farmers Market

Today, with David's leg on the mend, we decided to head into the farmers market in downtown Skowhegan, just about 2 miles away.  We had been there last Saturday and enjoyed the fresh organic produce and fresh-squeezed lemonade with pretzels and ginger scones at a little outdoor cafe there.

Kathy picked up some lamb, and RABBIT, and lots of fresh veggies, including daikon radish.  David picked up some really fresh oatmeal molasses bread.  When we were done with our shopping, we ambled over to the cafe and sat at a shaded table in the bright sunny morning and sipped coffees while watching all the shopping and bibbling.

A young musician was busking.  His guitar playing was original and entertaining, and he performed his own songs.  A sample partial lyric:

"Never trust a man in a blue trench coat. 

 Never drive a car when you're dead."

Well, you had to be there.

Some beautiful purple flowers were growing by our table and we couldn't help photographing them from all angles:

As we sat there, a couple of older ladies clearly not from the town sat beside us for the shade we had, and we got to talking.  They were in town with a larger group - the entire board of trustees of the local Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture, and they were touring the facility and the farmers market and related community facilities.  They were all from Manhattan and had driven up for the meeting.  Two of the ladies were focused intently on finding local maple syrup.  One bought a "Skowhegan Farmers Market" t-shirt for her husband.

Kids were everywhere.  We saw at least four infants in little backpacks or snugli chest carriers, and two toddlers being introduced.  Petted a black dog being squired by two pre-teen girls.  Watched some vendors doing some ad hoc farmer market yoga.

The sky was a beautiful blue, with one or two very dramatic cumulus clouds.  We even spotted one cloud over the city "skyline" with we named the "Holey Cloud!"

Back at the RV, David continued wrestling with how to import e-mails from an outmoded e-mail application to a newer one, while Kathy sat at her laptop dreaming up exotic crockpot recipes for the ground lamb and the rabbit, meanwhile listening to the golden tones of Denis DiBlasio's saxophone and jazz group on the iPod.  Quite a mellow Saturday afternoon.