After making a sharp, squealing turn into the farmers market parking lot drawn by the “Fresh Local Strawberries” sign we made it out of the car and started our journey, stopping at EVERY.SINGLE. BOOTH. That’s how we roll, I guess. I would have been happy to grab the berries and head back to the car but when your two most adventurous family members who happen to be the children want to meet ALL of the vendors you settle in for a nice “visit”. As we made our way around the market in the 3:00 pm Georgia heat we came across a sweet local farmer who brought a dozen watermelons down to sell. At the bargain price of $8 seemed only right we buy a watermelon off of the nice farmer. So, I let the children choose the watermelon–mistake! They chose the biggest watermelon on the table. The kind and sweet farmer offered to carry it to our car but I didn’t want him to walk away from his “shop” to carry a watermelon to my car. After all, that would leave me to sell his watermelons and well, that wasn’t happening. So, off we went to the car. The children carrying the two baskets of berries and I the giant, larger than life watermelon.
“We need to do something with this, said Makenna”. That statement made me laugh because she undoubtedly heard that from both the “Fresh Local Strawberries” vendor and likewise the watermelon farmer. I said, “first, I am going to take your photo with the huge watermelon that you choose and I carried and then, well…we will see.” Alas, came my daily pick me up the Watermelon and Grapefruit Cooler with Lime.