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Winter Park Farmers Market
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Review by:
citysearch c.
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Review content:
Through the aisles of fragrant flowers, all overseen by the nicest gentleman farmer you will ever meet, Earl Wilson, past whifs of cinnamon, Hawaian Plumeria blooms, Produce that still has the morning dew hanging on to it. THIS IS IT...the best of its kind in the south east. Orchids hang in lugustrum trees like moss by a southern manse, little kids...all beautiful, and pretty dogs skitter here and there. The bamboo man...he is blind but knows more about bamboo than you ever will, and oh yes...the butterfly person...real coocons for sale some are released at weddings. But at 2pm ...it all vanishes like a whisp of a ghost. It all becomes quiet till the next saturday morning....and then down the street come moms with strollers, dogs kids, people who you have to see to believe. The best.
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