A FINN OF A TALE.

In class today, it was at 9am, we looked at some neat links about the local fabrics and quilting. Finn came in the water the orange or lemon trees. He started talking to us and we spent the next part of the hour just listening to him speak. He is from Ireland and lives in town. A writer and composes poems and apparently the college gardener. He is a very interesting man. The tales he tells, also insightful. On our fieldtrip Thursday he is going to drive one of the vans. After he left we went to the market with our cameras and were given the rest of the time for photographing.

The market is two vendors, one butcher and one vegetable. Dogs sit infront of the butcher waiting. Vegetables are beautiful - some still with traces of dirt - mmm. The wind is howeling on the overcast day, it would be warm (50s) but the wind is too much.

Now it is lunch hour. Everyone in town closes for lunch. They go home, eat, nap, and back to work at 2 then home at 7. Supper at 8/9 and that is my kind of schedule. I like it.