Last summer in Rolsyn, Washington I visited the farmer’s market quite often. Just a short walk from where my silver girl was camped, I felt very spoiled and so lucky to have it so close. From the farm fresh veggies to culinary artisanal delights such as a totally indulgent cheddar cheese spread and fresh baked baguettes, the market was Heaven on earth for any foodie for sure. In addition there was a darling waffle stand with the sweetest lady making waffles. I will never forget her summery pink dress, long silver hair braided into a bun on top of her head and her infectious smile that she gave me when my curious self went over to check things out. There was a small group of young children before me, watching with big eyes as she poured the batter into the waffle iron.
Since the day my boy could hold a crayon he has been an artist at heart. Drawing everywhere (and I mean everywhere) expressing his inner most creativity, hubby and I could only encourage him to draw more.