A clear spring morning and tulips at the Dane County Farmer's Market

A day at the Dane County Farmer's Market.

Moldy Jam performing at the Dane County Farmer's Market today.

My Darling B is a huge fan of garlic, so I knew she'd like to see a photo of this shirt.

She liked it so much that now I'll have to find a shirt like this.

Dane County Farmer's Market!

The view north up Mifflin Street as we did our weekly shopping this morning.

Most of the buskers at the Dane County Farmer's Market play guitars. A few of them bring violins (or fiddles, depending on how they're played) and every so often a flautist shows up.

I think this is the first time I've seen a guy playing a vibraphone for tips, though.

We threw a couple bucks in his case (yes, he brought it in a case) partly because he was good and we enjoyed listening, and partly because it takes a lot of moxie to get up early and lug your vibraphone all the way to cap square.

[Later: It's been pointed out to me that this is a marimba, which prompted me to look up the difference. According to Wikipedia - and what could be more definitive than Wikipedia? - a vibraphone has aluminum bars and a pedal. A marimba has rosewood bars, and the far row of keys are above and overlap the near row. Now I know.]

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.

At The Farmer's Market

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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.

The farmer's market has returned to its winter quarters

After a one-week hiatus, the farmer's market has reappeared in its usual winter quarters, the senior center on Mifflin Street.

A long line of people showed up for the breakfast treat, biscuits and gravy with eggs and spinach.

All manner of good things to eat were on sale.

At The Farmer's Market

When the sun came out at the farmer's market this morning,
the produce was positively glowing.

Every single person who stopped at this stand said,
"Oh, what cute little peppers!"

A Few Photos from the Dane County Farmer's Market

The Iron Man's in town.
That means Madison's filled with hundreds of mind-bogglingly fit and trim athletes this weekend. Even Mister Pepper was ready for action.

I couldn't tell if she was part of the act,
or if she was dancing only because she liked the music so much.

There's a rumor going around that the UW is no longer the drinkingest school in the nation.
At least one student would beg to disagree with that.

Not Exactly SRO

Last night's snowfall kept an awful lot of people and vendors away from this morning's Dane County Farmer's Market at the senior center.

My Darling B tucks into her chicken-friend buffalo.

That's right: Chicken-fried buffalo. I would've never thought of it, either, but that's what they were serving for breakfast at the Dane County Farmer's Market this morning, along with fried eggs and a scoop of grits smothered in gravy, a cup of cranberry juice and a bottomless cuppa joe, all for six and a half bucks.

To Market, To Market


My Darling B inspects the herbs on offer at the Dane County Farmer's Market, which opened for the season this weekend. She's already loaded up on baked goods, and she'll move on to the flowering plants next.