Blogger was behaving badly this weekend and rather than fight it, I gave in to my occasional tendencies to be a lazy bum and didn't even bother trying to post anything. Summer doldrums, maybe.
I made it to the Farmer's Market in town this morning - that's were I found this drop-dead gorgeous crocosmia - I love the burnt orange flowers. I hope this one'll fare better than the one I planted years ago; the nice lady who sold it to me said it's winter hardy if well-mulched. We'll see. The hummers should appreciate it as long as it lasts.
The Red Bank Farmer's Market is an odd mix: part traditional market, part craft show, part kitsch. Today there was a huge display of silk (plastic?) flowers next to a table with the sweetest organically grown herbs, a vendor peddling a dozen varities of pickles, someone selling tacky t-shirts, etc. all surrounded by fresh Jersey produce. All I bought with my $20 was the crocosmia; the rest went towards one too many cups of coffee in the park down by the river. Plus, I got sunburned, again.
Cucumbers and eggplants and squash and peppers are in - as are peaches! No donut peaches, yet. Ever tried them? They're a favorite in my house - the flesh is white and the skin really thin - and they're very juicy (definite kitchen sink snack) and they taste just slightly of almonds. Yummy. Maybe next weekend.
a return Visit
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