5000 photos to go....

well, i did it. i took a break. a breather of sorts. 

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did i get anything painted or sewn. nope. but i went to the grocery store and my almost 12,000 photos are finally somewhat organized and archived correctly. accomplishing that, literally devoured most of my days and even a few nights. believe me. it was not a job for the weak.

i survived by eating these sandwiches. 

here's my secret. day old multi-grain bread, with a layer of provolone, roasted red pepper hummus, fresh basil and crumbled goat cheese. grill just like you would any grilled cheese sandwich and devour. 

i kid you not. these are the best.

this is artwork by new friend ryan. 

his grandmother and mother each have a booth at the wednesday farmer's market i go to. 

i think he'a fairy of sorts. 

not everyone can magically hide among sugar snap peas and create beautiful pictures.

i have to admit. 

as much as i love all the produce i buy twice a week at the market. 

i like him best of all.

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happy weekend everyone. 

i hope the breezes around you are soft and gentle and that you wake each morning to an orchestra of birds playing your favorite songs. and if you can, buy yourself a basil plant and live off of it for days and days. i promise you'll love it. 

oh weekend. thank you for being you.

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{all photos sooc}

chickens for sale...

i don't know what the farmer's markets are like where you live, but here in madison once spring arrives, they are everywhere and often. on saturdays the hubby and i have our choice of three markets to visit. wherever we go, we always fill our bag with an interesting mixture of goodies. guess who has fresh cilantro growing in her kitchen. 

guess who doesn't garden or grow anything with much luck.

on wednesday there's another market i go to that is within walking distance of anthropologie

{that's what i call a win win}

and

then on thursdays, there is one within walking distance of our house. at that market, there is a vendor that makes and sells the most incredible pumpkin bars, smothered in velvety cream cheese frosting. maybe the best i have ever had. at the other end of his booth, he sells scrumptious and squeaking fresh cheese curds. if you don't know what a cheese curd is, buy a plane ticket and come visit me. 

i promise you won't be disappointed.

i kind of wanted to bring this chicken home with me. or at least take it to my sister, who already has a chicken coop full of the best laying feathered friends anyone could ask for 

and

say 

"surprise"

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