To market, to market. . .



I have a weakness for farmer's markets,

and there's one not too far from my parents' house in PA.

I have frequented this place almost every Friday that I've ever visited.

This market has blessed me with fruits/veggies,

flowers/plants,

hot pretzels, piping hot fries loaded with salt,

flat Coke (only once!),

Amish bread/pecan rolls,

and Amish made donuts that were loaded with calories.

I'm not there to worry about my health or eating habits;

I save that for the other six days of the week.

As I strolled through last Friday, I realized that it could easily be my last visit for a very long time. 

So, I snapped and snapped photos.

Maybe they'll help me recall the sights,

the smells, and the flavors.

At least memories don't have calories!