Oh man. The calendar says spring. The sky was our usual comforting solid blanket of grey though. We tramped over to the second farmer’s market of the season where the vendors were poking their stall-roofs every five minutes or so to shake off the rapidly collecting rainwater. The market was well attended, considering the downpour. It was great to see stalls overflowing with beautiful produce just the same. Spring weather can’t be too far away.
