So today we (after a few starts and stops) wandered down to the United Church of Underhill's annual Harvest market. It rocked. We spent hours there, and I'd go tomorrow if I wasn't teaching a class. But perhaps I'll get out in time...
The Clutter Barn was where I immediately got swept away from the Rick. Crowded like crazy but dang: the treasure! I got one of those terracotta cooking pots, assorted kitchen utensils that I couldn't live without, and a small spiky fish-lizard thing that was someone's 8th grade ceramics project. I could not resist him, he was only 10 cents! And he will look fabulous in the garden next year.
After that, I joined up with Rick who had found an interesting lamp and a set of headphones. From there we hit the cider & donut tent for a snack, tromped through the flea market, I had a taco, then we shared a small fried dough, listened to the Fife & Drum band, talked with one of the members, and saw the best kilt ever: it looked like this guy had taken carharrts and made a kilt out of them. Pockets!
Somewhere after that we made it back to the cider tent and bought a half gallon. This is the unpasturized, they-squeezed-it-twenty-minutes-ago right there stuff, and it is ABSOULUTE PERFECTION.
Then we listened to the first set of Bob Degree and the Bluegrass Storm Rick took pictures, and we got their cd too.
I think we headed back after that, but with one final stop in mind: GERT's PIES.
Let me just say: Michael Smith was right. Apricot pie.
Seeing as how I found rather heavy treasures early on, my arms were about to fall off at this point. We headed back home for pie & the hammock. I was so wiped that we didn't make it back down in time for the book barn, and then on the way to Jacob's to get Rick's soda, we realized we'd also missed a whole street's worth of other yardsales & booths! There was also the craft fair in the middle school. I certainly hope to get back in time on Sunday.