To market, To market

I just went to the ri-ver mar-ket, la la la la la la laaa, LA! (that's a song i just invented i hope you like it). And even though the day is dreary and grey, I still feel like skipping and singing, because markets just make you feel that way! Not to mention the glorious experience of waking up late and going home to my house to eat apple pie and ice cream and baguette with apple butter and coffee with fresh-from-the-cow cream for breakfast. Mmmm. All home-made, by the way. Then I waddled myself to the market with a very dear and delightful friend, and we ate basil and bought tomatoes and smelled flowers and skipped around singing my 'river market la la la' song. 

Ok we didn't do the skipping thing, but as an afterthought, it would've been terribly cute. Or corny. Oh i bought some corn too!