farmer's market

roomie adventure to the port jeff farmer's market.  not quite what we expected what with all the hype.  we will have to take a trip to the east end and go farm-hopping for some real produce and farmy type atmosphere. and actually competitive prices.  you know the 3-1-1 ziploc baggie that you take through airport security?  one of those half full of green beans is not supposed to be $4.  i dont care if they are fair trade hand grown organic tended by blind puppies.  theyre frikkin green beans. 

but i digress. 

pictures!

plump zucchinis in a pile

crisp green onions [do not want]

inappropriately focused zinnias

random people walking [there were about 2 more stands set up behind me]

a lady selling delicious pickles

overpriced breads and goat cheese

a butterfly alighting on parsley that looks far superior to my partially dead garden parsley..

a $50 vinyl thing that blows in the wind

awesome but nonsqueaky ducks

an assortment of duck sizes

what my sty of a desk looks like.

left to right: bracelets and rings i bought today, rings i wore yesterday, a map of the kings park psych center printed out a day late, my other flash drive, more jewelry i wore yesterday, an orange stick, my sparkly hippo ring, a necklace i wore a few days ago, a note pad with some time sheet hours written down, and pens.  always pens.