Today’s prompt in the Ultimate Blog Challenge was to write about something fun and to connect it with my blog. Well, my blog is all about personal stories, with photography, art, and a bit of journalism thrown in. I truly love sharing my story, even when it’s sad (the loss of my dear cat, Zoey). But today… I’m going to share something fun. I went to a pop-up market.
You’re going to ask… what is a pop-up market and how do markets just pop up? Where do pop up markets pop up from? Now you know that I would have to say that because I love playing with words. Speaking about pop, there was popcorn at the popup market. And “pop up” sounds very silly. Silly is good. I hope that all of you are enjoying a bit of silliness every now and then. It’s not healthy to be serious all of the time.
All right. So a pop-up market is a little farmers market. A very little one. It’s all about food and fun and friends. Yes, that sentence was sponsored by the letter “F.” Not “F” as in you Failed the test so you’re doomed to take it over and over again until you memorized the answers and you’re dripping in sweat and exhaustion.
Wait a second. I don’t think that it works like that but I have an overactive imagination… soooo… anyway, back to the farmers market. Yes, it’s a little one that runs on Saturday mornings.
Today, there were vegetables and berries and cherries and cooked food. You could even get a taste test of vodka. I am not a fan of alcoholic beverages because they taste bitter, which is not better, but other people really enjoyed the vodka.
|This is Bubba of Bubba’s BBQ.|
Oh and there are also chickens running around. Watching chickens is fun. It takes bird watching to a whole new level.
I went over to their fenced in area and they all ran in my direction. I must be a chicken magnet. I never knew that I had a fan club of chickens. What can I say? You live and learn that your fan club is very foul… um… I mean fowl.