At my husband’s urging to get the kids out to “stretch their legs” took them to my hometown for the farmers market and a bit of history.  I grew up in a tiny but historic town that was the summertime playground for the wealthy in the late 1800’s.

The farmers market was brimming with goodies… We bought radishes, summer sausage, cheese and kettle corn for starters.

I also got this wonderful bouquet of flowers for $7 and the nice man threw in these nice big zucchini.

And just look at these wonderful eggs…  I had 2 over-easy this morning. YUM!

During the farmers market and on weekends the oldest operating streetcar in the country gives short rides with a stop at the restoration barn for a little history lesson. The streetcar was really neat. Ornate carvings on the woodwork, vintage ads at the cove ceiling and a beautiful cast iron stove for use during the winter months.

And why no pictures you ask… Because silly me forgot that you actually need to charge camera batteries every once in a while…not just drag it around in your purse taking pictures willy-nilly expecting it to magically work indefinitely.