I somehow got myself to Granville last night, after a late night with co-workers and friends. (I found myself out at karaoke after going home, because, hey, it was on the way to my parents'.) I am happy I made it here, because on summer Saturday mornings, there is no place I'd rather be than Granville.
I love the slice of small town life Saturday mornings bring. This late summer one is a bit different than most, as the main drag in town is being cordoned off for the Bluesfest that will start later in the day. I walked downtown to visit the bank, and headed to the Catholic church just outside of the center of the village, where the farmers' market is today, nodding hello to the people I passed. There I ran into friends and neighbors, and bought some end of summer goodies for a party I'm throwing tonight. I also couldn't resist a large bouquet of sunflowers.
Now I'm sitting in our three season room, listening to the cicadas sing, and watching birds at the feeder. Further off in the yard, I can see a parade of gold finches dive in and out of the dried up echinecea, searching for seeds. I feel lucky. Plus the day looks to be a beautiful one. I plan on spending it in the kitchen, cooking and baking. I hope you have a pleasant one, too.
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