digging up potato's in my garden, is like digging for sweet buried treasures! this gem, weighed in at 3 lbs! and to think, my husband weighed 3 lbs at birth. yesterday, i had a booth at the farmer's market. my special aunt, came to visit and bring me cookies. we laughed. we shared kettle popcorn, chatted. and hugged good-bye. then the rain came. and the wind came. my tent ended up flipped over and blown into a tree. when storms like this occur, which they often do at outdoor markets, you really witness Christ-like behavior, first hand. all the vendors, help each other out. packing up trucks, dismantling tents, chasing signs, all while being drenched with warm rain. my most favorite, was watching one "bread" competitor helping his competition. such a beautiful sight. i guess there is a lesson in these storms. when storms come, which they always will... do you wallow around feeling sorry for yourself, playing victim? or do you see beyond the raindrops, through your wet mascara eyes, and see the good? not always easy to do... but, enlightening just the same.

smile, wink, nod.