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I'M SHAKING MY HEAD, Reader Dear, and imagining you doing the same. I mean, really! You're not going to be just a tad bit exasperated to hear that another whole day was spent in the throes of "togetherness" syndrome?! Before I go into all kinds of detail, let me hasten to say--it was definitely the Last Hurrah! It was one final jaunt, with one final remaining out-of-town wedding guest; tomorrow this sis-in-law gets carted off to the airport, and thus will officially end the week- long extravaganza of camaraderie with the family of The Yard Man.*

Oh, but wait 'til you hear. Reader Dear, you'll so wish to have trooped along in and out of these places we visited, my four in-law sises and I!

Now to begin with, the weather put me on cloud nine (which is a little tricky when the wispy clouds run together like they did today in the bright September sky!)

Our first stop was one end of a spectrum, in terms of merchandise displayed.


There were five large areas heaped up with items never correctly  describe as glitzy or gaudy.  In fact, I'm sure there are some who would readily term this merchandise "piles of junk."  But that, my Dear Reader, would only be those with little imagination!
I apologize for failing to photograph the creative little gardening benches and other constructs crafted by the Amish man
who owns this place!                                                                     
















                                                            Okay, so moving along to the next stop. Reader Dear, if you are feeling a little gnawing of the stomach, and wishing for something fantastic to snack upon, you'd best avert your eyes.  You're going to have a heck of a time looking at Emma's coated popcorn treats and knowing you've none to nibble.    

                 

Yessiree, these bags of popcorn with monikers such as "Chocolate Almond Joy" and "Dark Chocolate Popcorn--a dark drizzle of yummy" are just too yummy to describe.  You'll have  to conjure something up in your imagination, Reader Dear!  Or better yet go visit Emma for yourself, and taste the many samples!
She's a great shopkeeper--tearing open a bag to let us sample, then reducing the price of the bag when one of us was ready to buy it.   
"Hmm, how does that work?" I asked.  "I'd be happy to eat, right here and now, this popcorn I'm about to buy..."

As we left Emma's shop, I wasn't quite so hungry for lunch.

And of course we weren't done buying food from young Amish women.











But eventually we got to Green Dragon, the really big Farmer's Market that is open for business each Friday, and where one can find about anything one can dream up in the way of food.  Suddenly I was hungrier than I had a right to be!

I was going to take more photos, Viewer Dear, but I got carried away with the Quinoa-Black Bean Salad I found, and about which I had to do a little raving; and there was raving about the oyster sandwiches and the filled-pretzel sandwiches and I don't know what all else those fellow female family members were consuming, and... well, before I knew it we were on our way to our next stop!

It appears, Reader Dear, that we'll be on our

way until some time in the future when I get around to taking us further.

Ahem.  What I mean to say is:  

Hasta manana!

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(or in other [perhaps more familiar] words:
To be continued)