Everyone's Happy at the Farmers Market

Saturday morning, we all got up early and headed to the St. Paul Farmer's Market.

This was the first time all five of us had gone.  Frankly, in years past, it seemed like a lot of work.  Diaper bags and toys and pacifiers and such.  But with Caleb and Noah being older now (and Eli, who loves riding in the wagon) we thought we'd give it a shot.

As soon as I got there, something struck me.

Everyone's happy at the Farmer's Market.

There are no timelines.  No lists.  No agendas.  No worries over lines.

Everyone is there because they want to be.

They are there in their grubby t-shirts sporting messy hair or hats (to cover the messy hair or protect the bald heads).  And no one cares.

We pulled our wagon around.

Noah got the boot once we started buying stuff.

We did some people watching while we drank hot coffee.

We ran into my old high school friends, Kelly and Chris and their boys (and no that isn't them above).  That's one of those great things about Minnesota.  Big enough that there are things to do, but small enough that you almost always run into someone you know.

We learned that next time we need to bring sunglasses.

We shopped for flowers, fresh veggies and vegetable plants.

We stopped to admire the colors and smell the smells.

We ate donuts.  At least the kids did.

And we left, happy and relaxed with a wagon full of great summer finds.

 I can see why everyone is happy there.  It's a pretty great place.