So, we are currently living a 5 minutes walk from the farmer's market and it provides a sure thing Saturday morning activity. I think calling it a farmer's market is a bit of a stretch as it's mostly baked goods. Oh well, I guess that's Tennessee for you and all that really matters is that the donuts are to die for. This week they had Strawberry Shortcake and they were ridiculously good. It's pretty fun that we get to live so close to Downtown Franklin until our house is built (It seems like it will never be done but it will!) Time is a curious thing and I found myself sobbing tonight while finishing up putting Goldie to sleep at the thought of Jim Henson's life being over. I know...but really I was sobbing for the passing of time and the quirks of our ancestors being buried and forgotten. I want Goldie's children to know EVERYTHING about my parents. If I want this to happen I have to load Goldie up with stories (written and spoken)...and I will. It's important to me.
On a lighter note, here's my Donut Market outfit. Ha ha! Sorry.
Dress: Fancy Treehouse
Boots: Call it Spring