This week, I had my farmers market debut, selling a few leather butterflies, flowers and leaves. Our farmers market is quite small and there are a lot more crafts than produce, but there's a really fun festive atmosphere, with old guys playing fiddle music, pizzas and crepes made on scene, kids selling lemonade and everyone walking around eating, drinking coffee and chatting with neighbors and friends.
Piper and Elisabeth have a bunch of amazing hand-made things, from hand-spun and knitted bike gloves to canvas back-bags and pretty little wallets. Elisabeth also sells her garlic which is both yummy and beautiful. That's a wood-fired pizza oven in the background. I had fun, made some money and feel like creating more things. It was awesome.
Kissa likes to bake, apparently. I've been making two kinds of traditional Finnish pastries, which leaves the kitchen in a state, but warms the belly. When I'm working, it's often hard for me to keep a clean house and an orderly pantry, and I have been neglecting both plenty in the last little while, but I hope the baking makes up for it in C's mind.
On Sunday we went to dance party, for a couple who's been married for forty years. Forty. That's pretty awe-inspiring. We're pretty worn out by all the partying, however, and saved our strength for the annual barn dance this Saturday.
The sky has been alight with all kinds of phenomenon, from bright blood-orange sunsets, caused by the forest fires of British Columbia, to Northern lights, which can be seen this far South only because of the magnetic wave activity from the sun's flares. We haven't caught them yet, but have been looking up patiently.
The summer seems to me to be zooming past, faster than I can hold onto the days. I wish I had more time to spend on the beach, with friends, crafting, in the garden, but sadly, the days just move on by, like clouds. I suppose it's futile to try to cling to them.
It is flower season now, in my garden, though I've not actively planted any, nor much cared for them. Next year, I promise myself, I will plan and plant some, but for now, I have a beautiful rose, which seems to rather enjoy the remains of Cha-cha-king the chicken, and is doing amazing this year, Hollyhocks, and lovely, edible zucchini blossoms. They make hanging out in the garden that much more of delight.
So anyway, that's what my real world is like. Now I'm off to clean and cook and sew and plan our trip and make ice cream.