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We all remember hearing the term, market day. We probably didn't hear if from our mothers, but we might have heard it from our grandmothers or read about it in a book. I remember going "downtown", with my grandmother and mom when I was very young. It meant that we were going shopping! Not just to the corner grocery store, we were going to make a day of it. It meant a BLT and milkshake at Woolworths. We sat in a row at the counter, I would twirl around on those bar stools and stick my legs out. Next, we crossed the street to JC Penny's, for a new scarf or some other item of beauty. It meant window shopping and talking and I guess you could call it lingering. My grandmother always passed people she knew, stopping to chat for a moment. This was main street, soon after that, main street turned into "the mall". Whatever the era, marketing is an important social and economic event. Last weekend we joined two valley
neighborhood farmers markets, we did some buying, selling, trading, talking, eating and we lingered.
Yes, we gathered up our "goods" from our garden and orchard and kitchen and... we went to Market!
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| Daughters Aaryn and Caitie, our Sweet Life Garden girls! |
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| Samples of our marmalade and peach jam. |
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| A donation of fresh eggs from the hens. |
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| Aaryn and Jill |
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Here we are, being part of the market. Special thanks to Caroline of Boho Farm and Home and Lylah of The Simple Farm, we sure like having you as our friends and fellow farmgirls!
xoxo Jill |
Hi Homestead Barn Hop friends! So happy to have you stop by, we love meeting new friends! A big thank you to Deborah Jean, for letting us share the love! You'll love her delicious
site, check it out!
We all remember hearing the term, market day. We probably didn't hear if from our mothers, but we might have heard it from our grandmothers or read about it in a book. I remember going "downtown", with my grandmother and mom when I was very young. It meant that we were going shopping! Not just to the corner grocery store, we were going to make a day of it. It meant a BLT and milkshake at Woolworths. We sat in a row at the counter, I would twirl around on those bar stools and stick my legs out. Next, we crossed the street to JC Penny's, for a new scarf or some other item of beauty. It meant window shopping and talking and I guess you could call it lingering. My grandmother always passed people she knew, stopping to chat for a moment. This was main street, soon after that, main street turned into "the mall". Whatever the era, marketing is an important social and economic event. Last weekend we joined two valley neighborhood farmers markets, we did some buying, selling, trading, talking, eating and we lingered.
