On the way to the Ballard farmers’ market yesterday, I ran into a bit of a delay.
(I love Seattle’s drawbridges. They make me slow down.)
All this hoopla for a little tugboat?
(It was the only ship in sight. Isn’t it cute?)
While we waited for the bridge, we watched each other.
(Is that a dog or a toy? Our little girl cat is twice that size.)
At the market, the sun shone on produce and people.
(Radishes are so pretty! I wish I liked eating them as much as I like photographing them.)
Old-time musicians filled the air with rhythm and song.
(The only instruments that make me happier than banjos are bagpipes.)
Those farmers sure know how to tip the musicians!
(What would you do if someone tipped you with a beautiful savoy cabbage? If your first thought is cooking, and you have a recipe in mind, go tell Shauna about it. Really, she’s asking. Of course, you could tell me, too.)
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Beautiful post, my dear. I love that photo of the drawbridge up!
And I can’t believe they received a Savoy cabbage as a tip! What eerie timing. (And yes, I love the suggestions.)
Great photos!!
I love that little boat…. the whole bridge opened up just for it! too cute!
Great photo essay. And I’m reminded of the children’s book about the tugboat, but I can not remember the name. I get it mixed up with The Little Engine That Could.
Love you, B
It only takes a draw-bridge to make you slow down?
Loved this post! How’s the new job? For both of you? Big hugs!
Ohhh…please promise me that the next time you come back east for a visit, you and I can go to Mystic together. We can watch the drawbridge go up and down for little totes every hour.
Of course, if I follow my legal adviser’s school advice, Mystic will be a far piece for both of us to get to.