I love a farmers' market. Walking about a field on a crisp morning, checking out the stalls, buying strings of cold smoked garlic, plump blueberries, stalks of rhubarb, freshly dug potatoes and drinking a mug of hot chocolate chai latte... bliss. The garlic is currently infusing the house with the smoky aroma. Glorious. No vampires here.
We've already cooked up the rhubarb with some apple ready to serve with pancakes tonight.
We're also getting a little gardening in. Trust me, there is a carrot in the next shot. It looks like it might have been fed with some sort of alien fertiliser, but it is a carrot!