Mmmm. The world loves me lots.

So, as I'm driving home Friday from my allergist appointment, I hear on the radio that there's a Sunday farmer's market in Villebois this year.

Villebois village is an upscale conscious-community development on the far side of Wilsonville from where we are. It is, in other words, in town. We've never had a farmer's market in town before. This one is new this year and new this month, but I wanted to check it out.

This weekend was also the Wilsonville Arts festival. That didn't have produce or plant vendors, but it did have food and craft vendors, so I expected the farmer's market to be a little stripped on that front (luckily NOT my main interest in a farmer's market).

It was, for late May, a sweet little market that seemed well-established and had a good variety of produce, as well as ready-made food for sale and a few crafts booths. A very good balance. And the market rules require the produce to be grown locally, the foods made locally with real ingredients. Double win.

I think it's gonna do well, given that it was fine the weekend of the arts festival. I hope it does well. It's nearby - it's so close that we went today even though I was on call, because a) I have an aircard to respond with and b) if there was any problem with the air card, home was less than five minutes away. WIN.

I can't make as many snarky comments about Villebois now though. Rats. Their commercials invite snarky comments. What they're trying to do - create an old-fashioned community where people know their neighbors - is a lovely thing. The radio spots with the accent I assume is fake, but may be real, talking about ze Villebois Village...are really freaking annoying. They're hard to understand, the tone of voice is treacly and smug, and the accent is laid on with a trowel - thicker than the makeup on an 80's pop star. (Hence my assumption that it's fake, when in fact it COULD just be overdone, as I have no real applicable knowledge. But, seriously, laid on with a trowel.)

But if the commercials are annoying, the farmer's market is lovely, and the neighborhood looks like they might be doing some of what they set out to do. (And using architectural styles that match the accent in their commercials, and look...overdone...to my eyes. However, I don't have to like them, as I'm not living in them.) And if they pull that off, it will turn into a place I want to hang out more. I'd have wanted to hang out more today if I hadn't been on call and we hadn't wanted to go to the arts festival; the folks at the farmer's market were nice to chat with.

We have a farmer's market. And I have fresh strawberries. Win.

Mmmm. The world loves me lots.

So, as I'm driving home Friday from my allergist appointment, I hear on the radio that there's a Sunday farmer's market in Villebois this year.

Villebois village is an upscale conscious-community development on the far side of Wilsonville from where we are. It is, in other words, in town. We've never had a farmer's market in town before. This one is new this year and new this month, but I wanted to check it out.

This weekend was also the Wilsonville Arts festival. That didn't have produce or plant vendors, but it did have food and craft vendors, so I expected the farmer's market to be a little stripped on that front (luckily NOT my main interest in a farmer's market).

It was, for late May, a sweet little market that seemed well-established and had a good variety of produce, as well as ready-made food for sale and a few crafts booths. A very good balance. And the market rules require the produce to be grown locally, the foods made locally with real ingredients. Double win.

I think it's gonna do well, given that it was fine the weekend of the arts festival. I hope it does well. It's nearby - it's so close that we went today even though I was on call, because a) I have an aircard to respond with and b) if there was any problem with the air card, home was less than five minutes away. WIN.

I can't make as many snarky comments about Villebois now though. Rats. Their commercials invite snarky comments. What they're trying to do - create an old-fashioned community where people know their neighbors - is a lovely thing. The radio spots with the accent I assume is fake, but may be real, talking about ze Villebois Village...are really freaking annoying. They're hard to understand, the tone of voice is treacly and smug, and the accent is laid on with a trowel - thicker than the makeup on an 80's pop star. (Hence my assumption that it's fake, when in fact it COULD just be overdone, as I have no real applicable knowledge. But, seriously, laid on with a trowel.)

But if the commercials are annoying, the farmer's market is lovely, and the neighborhood looks like they might be doing some of what they set out to do. (And using architectural styles that match the accent in their commercials, and look...overdone...to my eyes. However, I don't have to like them, as I'm not living in them.) And if they pull that off, it will turn into a place I want to hang out more. I'd have wanted to hang out more today if I hadn't been on call and we hadn't wanted to go to the arts festival; the folks at the farmer's market were nice to chat with.

We have a farmer's market. And I have fresh strawberries. Win.

Do not want this weather.

The world may love me lots re the farmer's market, but I could do without the 80+ degree weather. Our poor heat pump cannot keep up, so the bedroom is 80 degrees right now. This is no fun for any of us and not very good for Drew. We are hiding out downstairs, where it is a marginally-better 78 degrees. Ugh.

Do not want this weather.

The world may love me lots re the farmer's market, but I could do without the 80+ degree weather. Our poor heat pump cannot keep up, so the bedroom is 80 degrees right now. This is no fun for any of us and not very good for Drew. We are hiding out downstairs, where it is a marginally-better 78 degrees. Ugh.