The high on Saturday was predicted to be 75 degrees. NOT A TYPO. Julie tweeted she was headed out to the farmer's market, and I thought, farm fresh eggs to make pasta with my fancy new pasta flour! Of course I researched farmer's markets in my area. One was in a mall parking lot, and one was at a winery in the midst of farm country.
I left Gary asleep in bed and took off over the hills for the winery farmer's market. I drove twenty minutes into unexplored territory to get deep into farm territory.
Farmers must have been at all the other farmer's markets. The winery has their farmer's market on Sunday. I didn't even check first. So, I took a photo and went back home perfectly happy to have taken a road I'd never travelled.
I was so high from riving a new road to a new place in decent weather that I bought donuts. I never buy donuts. (Note: if you feed the dog donuts he barks at the donuts till well into the night. Further note: the dog's kidney numbers are back into the normal range now that he no longer gets straight BBQ. Hence the donut celebration.)
I was so giddy I called Gary and demanded he wake up: we were going to the zoo. The zoo turned out to be all new too. It was a full day of new experiences, so it has to be multiple posts. Zoo later.