Lots of flower merchants were displaying their wares. This was one of the prettiest.
People always bring their pooches. Aren't these two sweet?
Mom and the kids came on their bicycles. The littlest one will be sharing his trailor with fresh lettuce and some carrots on the way home.
A guy came through with his two Persian cats in a nifty pet-stroller, but being cats,they refused to pose. They curled up in the back of the carrier and snarled, "Talk to the butt."
And there was a Bluegrass muscian playing some truely toe-tapping music. The young lady absolutely couldn't hold still!
As you can see, it was warm and sunny. But, since this IS RoseFestival Week, the mandatory rain system has blown in, and we are looking for showers and 60degree temperatures until after the big Rose Parade on Saturday. I can remember five Rose Parades when it didn't rain, and one of those, in 1980, had an ashfall from Mt. St. Helens. The ash clogged the air-intakes on the floats, and they all wound up being towed. Luckily, there were enough tow-trucks in the city. And everyone watching had to wear particle masks to avoid inhaling the silica ash, but by golly, people STILL turned out to cheer the parade!
Tomorrow, knitting content. I give my word. Well, tomorrow if the computer doesn't break. It's been acting up.