Tall Tales from Kansas

On the day before the day before Thanksgiving, this post goes out in honor of one of the things I am very thankful for. The Lawrence Farmers market… and all the wonderful people that make it happen.

On duty for the last farmers market of the regular season, these 2 brought their very best smiles. The number of vendors has dwindled greatly but I still managed to get what I needed, along with some parting shots of all the great people who contribute to making our farmers market what it is.

When I was getting a shot of the squash, the Westside Bagel guy told me not to turn the camera on him or the lens would crack. I of course had to prove him, and his great supporting cast wrong.

There was no chance of this sweetie cracking a lens. All snuggled up with tigger and waiting in line with mom and grandma for a breakfast treat, there is nothing but anticipation of something good happening on that face.

Thuy was having a great conversation with a regular about getting juice and protein balls in the off season.

I ran into my favorite big sister/little brother combo while they were waiting for juice too. She told me I did not have to be scared of her brother because it was “just an alligator hat”.

The variety of sweet potatoes is vast and plentiful and Mellowfields farm has you covered for Thanksgiving side dishes.

You gotta love this group of hipsters at the Wild Alive fermenters booth. They have your gut microbiome taken care of and then some.

Oh how I will miss my weekly supply of locally grown greens, but everything in it’s season. In the meantime I am eating the heck out of them. There is truly nothing better.

I love coming home, washing them, letting them dry out a bit, and I am good to go for the week. You don’t truly appreciate the taste of really good greens, until you don’t have them.