Saturday means the farmer's market. We had a late start this morning, what with watching a friend's son while she worked out, and it started raining. Who am I to let a little rain stand between me and garlic, onions, green peppers, beets and (bestill my beating heart) butternut squash? With Simon in the mei tai and a couple of umbrellas, the kids and I set off, squelching all the way in our flip flops.

I have noticed that there are two types of people that venture out in gentle rains. One type is only out because they need to be. They cower under their umbrellas, looking down as they quickly dash from car to office building or store. The other type embraces the water as they laugh along, doing their tasks without measureable increase in speed. We had fun chatting with some of the second type today at the market, laughing as the tarp over one of the vendors let loose a small deluge onto Abigail's sweater and talking about the unusually shaped eggplant.

Now I don't pretend to never be the type who does dash around cowering under my umbrella. It happens, especially on days when I have my suede laptop case with me or good shoes on. I prefer the days like today where we can enjoy the music of the drops falling on the umbrella and actively look for puddles to stomp in, though. It is much more fun. We need more simple fun in life.