Before this summer I had never been a frequent patron of farmer’s markets, but as my sister was employed by a local fisherman, I found myself visiting her at several markets around the Greater Seattle area. At first I was slightly skeptical about what I would find there, but was pleased to discover a laid back atmosphere and an assortment of quality goods. I assumed that there would be nothing but herbs and turnips, but I found that there was actually an assortment of vendors.

One of my favorite booths to visit was an old woodworker named Lyle. He would bring his lathe to the market and make exquisite handmade wood art on the sport. For my mom’s birthday, I decided to buy her a piece of wood art that was a spitting image of her dog Charlie.