Having grown up in White Bear Lake, I have many times said I will never live there again. Last week I could almost have been convinced otherwise.
On Friday morning, I met my very good friend, Lisa, and her three daughters at the Cobblestone Cafe in downtown White Bear Lake. Friday mornings are the farmers market and we were able to eat on the patio, in the middle of the farmers market. It was an absolutely beautiful day and White Bear Lake seemed so alive and magical.
It never ceases to amaze me all the vegetables these local farmers have grown by the middle of June. The power of greenhouses is something I sometimes can't wrap my head around (remember all you lucky people who live in places where vegetables have been blooming for months ... this is Minnesota).
We walked up and down the market, looked at all the beautiful fresh flowers, purchased some veggies, visited, played in the fountain, and all that fun stuff.
And I remember, for a moment, all the charm of White Bear Lake.