Saturday morning at the Portland Farmers Market was one of my favorite mornings to date. Coley and I decided to go on a whim and having made "plans in passing" with friends before, I wasn't expecting to actually make it.
I think my heart fluttered when I found it. It's enormous and full of joy. Every basket, every crate, every table was art. I even ordered biscuits and mushroom gravy serendipitously named "The Moneyball." I'm not sure what else to say, but I hope the colors speak for themselves.
Photos half by Coley, half by me.