[Photo borrowed from Summit Daily.]
Last Friday, we woke up hungry for local honey and decided to drop by the Friday morning Farmer's Market in Dillon. There were more vendors than we imagined- and a plethora of snacks and sips and scents to sample.
The Wandering Madman provided more than music- he emceed the entire event while simultaneously producing his own web shows. If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself right here.
"Hmmmm... this is really tasty. Reminds me of a mimosa. The first time I got tipsy it was also 9 am and a mimosa was the solitary culprit....."
"Can I try the other sangria as well? Is there a limit to how many samples I can try because it tastes different by the time you get to the third cup, you know, the taste really pops..."
Meanwhile, the girls sampled tiny cups of bike-blended smoothies, courtesy of Smooth Riders.
"Wow! That's more energy efficient and faster than using a blender!" the Eldest exclaimed. The bikers nodded warily and continued biking.
And so we wandered, picking up candles, homemade pierogies, and a book about local trees.
Lounging in the car, Prophet and Gnome battled a case of the giggles.
I thought of the "giggly moods" that assailed Carla and myself when we were youngsters. And how my parents rolled their eyes and prayed for rain when the giggles began.
The common current of laughing, mischievous sisters gives us a space in which we can look forward. My mother had a sister. I have a sister. Now Isla will have a little sister.
The tradition of sisterly bondage continues through the generations. I am grateful these days for small, unexpected things which remain the same. For recognizable threads in life's thick blanket.
