The scene was almost too idyllic for words to describe. The crisp mountain air had just a hint of a bite to it, signaling the coming fall season. Growing up in upstate New York, Ava had seen plenty of trees in her day, but even further up north, the foliage took on a life of its own.
The outdoor market was a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors, from the ripe produce to the sunlight glistening off of the crystalline blue of the nearby lake. It was a gorgeous day, and it felt as if all of Shady Oak had come to partake in the day’s festivities.
“Can you believe that people live like this all of the time?” Bren gaped, as entranced with the novelty of a small-town farmer’s market as she was.
“I know, right? It’s like the world’s ugliness just skipped over this place,” Ava replied.
