In spite of a rainy forecast, vendors and customers showed up for last Saturday's market over the weekend. Here are two four of my favorite customers, Tom and (I can't remember her name), Russ and Milou.
We vendors have quite a fun time together. Here's Candice, Bob, Christine, Kip, and Joe laughing and looking on.
Beau got into some of my yarn while I was away on vacation (sigh), so I spent my market time detangling it.
We Orientalites have some humor. Bilbo Baggins should have heeded this warning.
Watermelon is neither crunchy nor good with ketchup, but we ate lots of it on Sunday afternoon. Miss Faye's annual watermelon-eating party was thrown in her front yard!
Forty-fifth annual, to be exact! She's been doing this every year since 1970. Julia says the mannequin/scarecrow who proclaims the event is pretty creepy.
Here's Miss Faye, hacking away. She grows these melons on her land. She's so generous with the village and all her neighbors.
Adam opts for the seeded melons, which he says are sweeter, plus for once it's legal to spit (the seeds, of course).
Julia opted for seedless.
Sandy gladly helped Julia with her watermelon.
Bo-Beau got none because he throws up at the drop of a hat.
Clean-up instructions ~
Quite a throng shows up for this event. Miss Faye's family sets up chairs and tables, and provides salt, cutlery, and paper towels. It's a sweet, sticky mess when it's all over.
My friend Dee wore appropriate earrings for the afternoon.
Sunset over the harbor is always a lovely sight.
Good-night from Oriental and all the fun people here!
(P.S. -- It's been a week since those market pics were taken! Sorry to be so behind.)