Channeling my granddad.

Today we shopped a local farmer's market. Mateo and I scored some lovely strawberry-blueberry bread and a few zucchini and squash. But what we enjoyed most was the music. As soon as we had parked Mateo started cupping his ear saying "'tar! tar!" (guitar). There was a bluegrass duo playing today. We listened for a while, tipped the band, and then made our way to the car to leave. Once we got to the car panic set in. Mateo HAD to have more "tar." So we went back and listened for a while. He loved it. I loved it because it made me think of Granddad who enjoyed bluegrass festivals with my Mimi. So I'd like to think a little piece of him was being channeled today. After all, Mateo Roy was named after him. :)