It's a beautiful day, and the farmers' market is just blocks away. Maybe you'll find a cinnamon broom or some decorative gourds. Plus, there's always the pie stand.
The market is bustling. You delight in the colorful ripe stacks and the apple-crisp air. Flannel-hipsters smile out from every booth. Even the gazebo guitar guy is good.
You see the pie stand at one end and a pumpkin patch at the other. In the center is Country Crafts, and next to it, an overalled man sells growlers of apple cider.