last weekend we visited the farmer's market on a morning that felt like the middle of fall but quickly turned into summer. tennessee is being awfully fickle this year. we grabbed coffee and walked through the sea of people enjoying one of the last few markets of the year. i think fall may be my favorite season for the farmer's market. wildflower bundles of burgundy and rose, the smell of pumpkin bread and cinnamon, and the cool bite to the air.
we picked up the most delicious nutter butter cookie from our favorite bakery and shared it while watching the market goers pass by. i'm sad that these mornings will be over soon. they have been a nice way to begin our weekends since moving back to tennessee.