Defying Gravity

The long, dry, sunny spell is over. Cynthia, sensing that the end was near, overdid the weeding on Thursday, and has not been feeling well since. It takes more than a minor setback to deter her from her weekly trip to the Farmers' Market, but this was one of those occasions. Armed with a detailed shopping list, and explicit instructions on which vendors to patronize, I was despatched to the market. I'm happy to say that I met the challenge and brought home the bacon -- figuratively -- that wasn't on the list.

The hula hoop stall provided a welcome splash of color on a very grey and wet day. There weren't many other exposed arms.