Our Saturdays now belong to our local farmers market. If there is one thing I’ll miss about summer, it’s the bright, warm sun awaking us out of our slumber. The sun that makes me peek my face through our white down comforter, just enough to see the day has begun. I hide under the comforter. The comforter we both fight over in the middle of the night, and the one we both kick off in the heat of the morning. I hear a little voice from down the hall and nudge Peter to tend her. Despite my nudges, I jump up first. With that sweet sweet voice awaiting, and the local vendors, and neighbors already under the morning tents, I am excited to tackle a lazy and lovely Saturday at our local farmers market.