With my mom in town, we decided to a bit of running around this weekend. We kicked things off with breakfast at one of our favorite local spots – Au Peche. Lattes and croissants all around (there might have also been an eclair just for funsies). My friends Becky and Cassie met us there, and after we were all caffeinated and fed, we walked across the street to check out the Saturday morning market.
Fun coincidence, the last time my mom was here, she hit the market solo (it was my much coveted sleep in day) and came home raving about the wonderful soap maker she’d met. She and the woman became quick friends and bonded over their love of the mountains and the benefits of handmade products. Fast forward to this past Saturday and as soon as we stepped into the market my mom made a b-line for the table and guess what? I know the soap lady! I met her last year at one of the specialty showcases, and I’d long lamented not buying more of her soap when I had the chance. She remembered my mom and me and my purple hair. Now I know where she’ll be every Saturday. While we were meandering around the market, I got to see another of my favorite vendors Quarter Acre Farm. They have gorgeous locally grown seasonal flowers, and they’ve recently started offering classes on flower arranging, potting, and flower crown making. I haven’t been able to take a class quite yet, but I am hoping that things will line up in the next couple of months. After the market, we headed out to the cottages around Lake Ella to do some Mother’s Day shopping. We of course had to stop and visit the resident ducks, and frankly after a busy morning shopping, we were all feeling a little wilted and in need of something icy. A quick trip to Black Dog Cafe perked us right up.
On Sunday, my mom and I made a mother/daughter trip to SoDough for savory breakfast and donuts to go… however, the only donut that actually made it home was the one we bought for Andy.
We rounded the early donut run out with a nice mid-morning nap then laid around watching YouTube until it was time to brave the crushes of other Mother’s Day celebrants and go in search of dinner. We did get the added bonus at dinner of listening to the guy seated behind us lecture his mother about all of the Marvel movies and their merits AND how they stand up to the original comic stories for about an hour. I think it made my mom appreciate me just a little more. She only had to listen to me complain about the guy behind us for an hour, and by “complain,” I mean “run a witty, sarcastic commentary.”