We decided we needed to get out somewhere today. When I stay around home when I am on vacation, I can only think of housework that needs to be done. I do like to be caught up with housework, but my vacations come so rarely, that I try to limit the time I spend on it.

We headed to Ithaca late morning, to check out the farmer’s market. We weren’t even out of town, when we came upon this accident. George jumped out of the car, and I called 911. I could see an arm in the back window, but both occupants made it out safely. They were very lucky. It brought back thoughts of another summer accident, seven years ago, that fortunately, Morgan was able to walk away from.

On to the farmer’s market, and a pleasant afternoon.

When we arrived, the lunch time smells were wonderful, with so many ethnic foods to chose from. George stood in line for a Cuban meal, but the wait was long, so he went for the flatbread pizzas instead. I was in the mood for some lo mein, so I stopped at the Asian booth. We sat on the dock with our lunch, where the ducks were most attentive.

With our hunger satisfied, we checked out the local crafts, music, and produce. We passed on the many greens offered, as George has to be careful of his Vitamin K intake, and opted for some kohlrabi and sweet cherries instead.    All of the offerings were a feast for the eyes,  and I hope we will make another trip back this summer.

On the way out, we noticed a vendor selling extra large chocolate chip cookies, and we couldn’t resist. There was a bench by the water where we could watch the boats head down the inlet, and sat and enjoyed the summer afternoon before heading towards home.