This little piggy....

So I broke my weekend rule regarding alarm clocks and set it for 7am Saturday morning so we could be on the road to Orangeville by 8am.  Since I live my life by the clock the rest of the week, I really try not to on the weekend.  I'm not sure who I think I am kidding.  I am up anyways....but it's an entirely different experience to roll over and look at the clock bleary eyed rather than being woken up by an obnoxious alarm screeching you out of your weekend slumber.  I didn't want to arrive too late to the farmer's market and find everything picked over.  Hence the alarm.

We arrived a little after 9am and the market was in full swing.  It wasn't a very large market but the vendors that were there had lovely things to sell.  We bought raspberry jam, rhubarb-ginger jam, sausage rolls, purple snap peas, spices and really good pecan butter tarts. 

Orangeville is home to the "Art Walk of Trees".  We picked up a map guide of the tree carvings at the market and set out to find a few that interested us.  Now honestly, I'm not sure why they call it the "art walk"....trek seems more fitting.  I would still be there wandering if I had wanted to see all 58 trees!  Having said that it was fun figuring out where we were going to see the next one...a treasure hunt of sorts.  The "Kiltie" was in a cemetery.  The "Hobbit house" was down a side street on the front lawn of a home.  The whole thing was kind of quirky and I loved it.  My husband and son were good sports about it.  They even found a few that they liked.

On the way home we stopped at the Stouffville flea market.  I have bought a few old cups and saucers there over the years and was hoping to add a few more to my collection for the tea party I have brewing on the back burner...more on that later Dear Reader. 

We grazed our way through the day Saturday with our goodies from the market.  We weren't feeling very hungry at all when dinner time rolled around.  I scrounged around in the fridge and came up with a beautiful salad.

I chopped up romaine lettuce and fresh basil and added baby spinach leaves.  I had unusual brown tomatoes (called Kumatoes) that I wanted to try so in they went along with some sliced strawberries and bocconcini cheese balls that  I cut in half.  Finally, I drizzled the salad with balsamic vinegar which made the strawberries sing sweetly.  Beautiful to look at and eat!  It was fresh and tasty and befitting of our day at the market.