“Every day is just like the rest, but Sunday’s best” (Elvis Costello)

We have a local farmer’s market on Saturdays that turns into a very good quality flea market on Sundays. We visit the flea every Sunday. Yesterday I went to the farmer’s market in search of some interesting wintry bouquets. I want to thin out my glass collection, which is not substantial but we collect a lot of things, and everything needs to be cut back.

Well winter is a slow time for farmers but a busier time for antiques. So half the market was taken up with a toy show and the farmers were short on space. There were no bouquets of any kind. No branches, no dried weeds. Long story short, I pulled out some spindly early rhubarbs and too fat leeks. There was a plant vendor who helped me find a few lovely items. So I was able to get some pretty good photos (do you think so?) And the plants are really pretty to look at.

My son is really hoping for some strawberry/rhubarb shortcake and potato leek soup. I will see how busy my day gets.

I decided against selling this iittala bird vase, but the glass flowers will soon be in my etsy shop.

This is like selling a bubble or air.

My husband went to the flea market at 5 this morning and paid good money for this beauty

He thought we would sell it, but I’d rather sell another clock instead. He paid much more for this (the larger of the 2 clocks) but it is unusually big.

We love George Nelson. We plan on keeping the large one and selling the 2 smaller ones we have to pay for it.

The end.