Hope your day is going splendidly!
A few weeks back, we had the pleasure of having a vegetable, baked goods and antique/smalls booth at the previously mention market-we had a blast! We sold a few things, and met lots of interesting people throughout the day! Especially love that part. :) People are so..interesting. And it's fun doing things out all together as a family.
I think Edwin and Paul were the cutest couch decorations I've ever seen. :)
Us three girls made some things to take, as well...here's a sampling of some of Dorothy's beautiful earrings.
Daddy dearest 'mans the booth'...
Organic collards and greens, my dears?
It being a French Market, I was so tickled about mama's adorable way of saying "all the stuff on that there table is cheap, honey! Just name me a price!" :) Actually, we probably would not have said that anyway, I'm just trying to be witty. Anyway, Mama, you're so cute. :)
Marth poses charmingly beside her knit wash clothes and quilted hot pads and pillow, my hats, and Dee's earrings and bath salts. It was fun getting some things together.
And then over here, we have Dee Darling, looking sweeter then her goods...cinnamon rolls, apple cakes, Carmel covered brownies, fresh bread and baklava. Oh, it was the absolute, most precious thing ever-this big Greek man and his little wife came over to their table, and when they saw her baklava, they just got so excited! It was neat to see him, with his expressive gestures and thick accent, giving her the scoop on how to make real baklava-and not just any baklava-this man, George, was an award winning, internationally recognizes chef, who specialty was baklava. :D So we got quite the scoop. 
"I make de best baklava in de worl'" he was saying, and his little wife would say, "oh, y'all it's just wonderful-I've been telling him he should retire and made baklava and spinach pies forever, and he would do fine!" After 20 minutes, they went their merry way, leaving us with his cell phone number to "call me, ok, if you have any trouble when you make it, alright?" and all of us charmed, and with a better knowledge of the delicate Greek pastry.
Cinnamon rolls. 
Our little pastry lady.
Later in the afternoon, when everything got pretty slow, we girls went around and looked at the other vender's stuff. Of course, we spend a while annoying the jewelry salesman. Isn't that ring cute? That is, with the right outfit. 
Thought is piece was geogrous.
Martha darlin'...
A neat self portrait. He asked the man behind him to pose poetically, and he was real good natured about it, and was very obliging. Thought his pose was pretty impressive. ;)
Paul with his red balloon that someone gave him. Cutie pie.
Edwin and Andrew, the sweethearts. All five of our little men were so helpful, and did a great job of 'manning' the different booths. I'm so blessed by them. (for some reason, Sam darling is absent from the pictures-ah, well. But he was there, and a great help.)
I meet this real sweet girl one booth down and I so enjoyed talking with her! She's a painter, and seemed to really love the Lord-it's always such a blessing to meet others who God is the Lord Jesus. (If you're reading this, hello! It was such a pleasure meeting and visiting with you-thanks so much for the sweet note!)
John Man, looking very fresh and handsome after a long day...
Later that afternoon, the dear Roberts family stopped by! It was so good to see them. Just brightened up the afternoon.
Such a dear friend! 
Mr. Fritz says hello. :D
And Paul makes himself comfy, LOL. We had a great time, and we look forward to, Lord willing, next year's market! And the next time we make baklava, I'm sure we'll be calling our new Greek friend for assistance. :)
And compel everyone to join in...
The sound of little fluff balls chirping in a cardboard box, over at M&K's. There's one mean rooster, as you can see. He may end up in Mike and Kressy's freezer.
The joys of a precious sister-in-love who lives next two doors down and tells us funny stories, and gives you fudge and homemade ice cream, and writes you encouraging little notes....
A new family journal of sorts that has now come to a rest on our entry hall table. As a new day comes, the date is written, and as everyone walks past, they write what they did that day. When guests come, they write their names, too. I love reading it.
An incredible older sister who has a nephew adores her...when ever he sees her, he runs to her, squealing with pure delight...
Two cow paths that slowly taper off from each other....
When you go to the woods, and stop to get down and smell the moist, soft moss...last year's leaves will crunch as you bend down, and you will add it to your list of the most wonderful smells in the world. If you stay down long enough, you'll see little buggies and rollie pollies in the soft mud. A tiny spider making a web from one fallen leaf to another. You think how small we are in God's eyes, and how good He is to love us, and know how many hairs are on our head.
The intricacy of a spider's web covered in the morning dew amazes you...
And you're big brother's bike makes you smile...
Mommies holding their babies, and the warmness of love between them...
The retarded cat who sweetly guards the doorstep, and really is a good mouser, even though she is slightly off and can be a pain at times... :)
The pure joy sunshine and a garden hat and a camera you love gives you. Even if the hat is torn up. :)
When Granddaddies play tiger and hunter and tickle monster all at once with two grandsons, and they scream and laugh and sit stiff and still when you tell them to look and smile. 
Feeding an adorable granddaughter her baby food. And even though you know holding your own mouth open really doesn't help her eat, you do it anyway because you think it does. And then when you see the picture later it makes you laugh because you look so silly, and the baby probably thought so too, but didn't mention it because she is very elegant and gracious.
That feeling of joy when you're baby son brings you an old vase filled with field flowers and a pansy from your flower bed, and you hug him tightly for a little while.
A nephew's and another dear sister-in-love on a front porch on a weekday afternoon. You laugh with the baby and take pictures of him, and admire his fine nose, and sit and talk with his precious mommy about what you've been thinking and learning and praying about, and she listens and laugh and encourages you, and gives you an oreo. 
And on another day, she dresses him in a soft light blue knit hoodie, and his big eyes look so blue. A picture never captured it, so I'll remember it in my heart, and just remember how he put his chubby paw in his mouth with a picture. 
The oldest grandson and his uncle sit on a fence one afternoon, and have an adorable visit for a little bit, and I take a picture. Our lovely time is ended abruptly when Mr. Oldest Specimen gets in trouble for not going back to his house when called in for supper. We feel bad for unwittingly detaining him, but love the picture, and just ate up the visit. :)
The sun is perfect, and my darling sister has a flower in her hair the exact same shade as her shirt-the wind is blowing, and I love her smile!!
A daughter that is a polished corner stone.
And when other siblings and grandchildren are spotted, they are drafted for a picture as well, and I love this one. Then we see a whole V of geese flying back north, and we run after them and try to get a picture of them, too, with the pale blue moon in the background, but they are two fast, and my running across the yard did nothing to catch up with those home-bound birds...And it's time for supper, so we go in.