Umbrella Day

We woke to a dismal day. Mist and low clouds obliterated Bellingham Bay. We waited. Every once in a while one of us would look out the window and say, “I think it is getting brighter,” or “I think the clouds are lifting.” By noon we realized our day at the Farmer’s Market was going to be a wet one… and it was. The upbeat energy that is normally part of the market scene was missing, but the fall crops sparkled with raindrops. There were pears, dragon’s tongue beans, corn, vine-ripened tomatoes, and wreaths made of hop vines. My sister Judy (above with Tamara) loaded up on homemade bread, garlic pepper jelly, and a bag of mixed salad greens, and fresh churned butter. Tamara bought a pot of Swiss mint. Tomorrow they return home, leaving me with a week of good memories.