Nice things...

One of the nicest ways to end a summer week is by going to the Union Farmers Market.  It's small, but so sweet.  Normally they have live music, (today, feeling reckless, I joined in for a few bars of a sweet song,) and we go often enough that the vendors recognize us. Today I came home with a loaf of tangy sourdough, some fresh butter from my favorite dairy, Italian green beans,

and bliss.

Another nice thing that happened this week was a visit from a wonderful family from Germany.  Cousins of my friend Marion, she brought them by to say hello.  We let the kids color Flirt the toy poodle with vegetable dye, just for the heck of it. Then everyone tried their hand at milking the goats.  And patting Abraham.

When they came back inside, the man of the family looked around the house and said, "We like your house."  He nodded at our baking cabinet.

"In Germany, we see things like this in stores, vintage things, but never in peoples homes.  Your house, it's like a puppet house!"

I've been smiling all week, thinking about living in a puppet house.