fall jig

The only dance to do after sucking down a rainbow shave ice at the Felton Farmer's Market? The jig, of course.


Tents were up for yesterday's intense 85 degree weather. The veggies were fine. I got kale for more smoothies, and broccoli, so good, for last night's dinner, and tonight's.

I bought three Fuyu persimmons, in tribute to an old rental I once had where the trees dripped with Fuyus for two to three months. It's an acquired taste that I will love forever.


The place pulsed with life, full of chefs, mommies, artists and locals. The flower stall did a brisk business in sunflowers and daylilies. So soon to pass.


Little P. dresses herself each morning. She is reading simple books and takes on great responsibilities at home and school.

We just bought these shoes...just so you know she's a well-rounded type girl. And fashionable.