Boo Bradley were on the Carroll Street side of cap square, playing for the crowds at today's farmer's market.

Usually it's just the guitar player and the guy on washboard, but today a third fellah joined in with a washtub bass fiddle.

The trees are finally leafing out along the top of State Street.

Lunch on the Capital Lawn

Another gorgeous spring day under the oaks ...

I've got about a million photos of this thing by now, and I keep thinking that should be about enough, but then I see it from a new angle with the light on it in a different way and I have to take another snapshot.

At The Farmer's Market

There's something not quite right about this photo ... wait a moment ... it'll come to me ...

As I wandered the stacks at A Room Of One's Own, the bookstore on Johnson St, I felt as though I were being watched ...

I don't know a thing about this book, but the title certainly is eye-catching.

I know there's a legitimate use for this, but it still gives me the giggles to know you can find packaged bat guano on the shelves of our local grocery, the Willy Street Co-Op.

Monona City-Wide Garage Sale Today

This was about the most interesting thing I saw.

Flowers at the farmer's market.

Ostrich eggs at the farmer's market.

This woman at the farmer's market had the coolest hand-made signage.

I don't know why it caught my eye, but I liked it a lot.

A special surprise was the "Grandma Mary's Paste tomato."

My Darling B bought one to raise in her garden so she could make pasta sauce for my Mom, Mary.

Lunch hour on cap square

I bought a pint of orange juice at the corner store, sat down on the lawn and ate my hamburger.

I wish you could smell this

The lilacs are in bloom!

More lilacs!

Attack of the Garlic Mustard Gang

My Darling B wades into a patch of garlic mustard with both arms swinging.

The groundskeepers of the capital lawn dug up the tulips and gave away the bulb to passers-by this week. The square was littered with tulip blossoms.

If your car is missing one or more parts that are so significant a person who had never seen a car before would notice, you're probably driving a piece of junk.

If your car is being held together through the liberal use of duct tape, you may be driving a piece of junk.

Flowers! Zillions of 'em!