And there was a lot of cheesiness. A lot. After spending Wednesday seated on comfy red recliners by a fireplace in the clean winter light through a large picture window facing snowy hillsides and blue mountains, we were charged for adventure. Thursday morning, we packed our bags and piled into the car for the Dayton Farmers Market cracking “punny” jokes with manic energy.
The Dayton Farmers Market is one of those best-loved traditions of visiting the Shenandoah Valley. While seeing the buggies and people in plain clothes is comforting and quaint, aisles of traditional Mennonite/Amish foods, quilts, and goods tops my list of favorite things.
And Linda in one of the shops looking precious… goodness it’s terrific to see them!
More adventures to come!!!