Jack turned down my offer of a farmers market date this morning but did request a muffin be brought home; Oliver however was enthusiastic about coming with me, so we headed out. Upon reaching the tomato table at one of our favorite stalls, O exclaimed, "look at those silly (pron: see-uh-lee) tomatoes, Mom." Heh. So we bought a bunch of these pretties. Also got a huge haul of peaches for more jam, some cucumbers and beets for pickling, the muffins and so forth. We walked around for a long while and then I was told that it was time to go, we must go to the other market for lemonade. Indeed. Tonight will be pizza, wine and Bill Maher night, and I'm looking forward to it all.