The first Saturday of the month, every month but January and February, an intermittent community springs alive on FM 2325 in Wimberley. Folks come from miles away for Wimberley Market Days, a congregation of 550+ sellers offering everything you never knew you needed, spaced along wandering oak-studded lanes.
Market Day gates open at 7:00am and close around 4:00pm, when the vendors disappear until next month. Smart visitors go early before parking lots fill and Texas heat builds.
A person could almost get lost in wandering unless she remembered birdhouses and bottle trees like signposts to the entrance.
Much Texana for sale.
<-----------------------This is not your ordinary cowgirl attire.
And previously owned.
Stories line the stalls.
In a poor African country, local artists use surplus telephone wire to weave the ebb and flow of time in a cup.
In South America, artisans hand carve gourds in themes unique to their villages, each carving a man's interpretation of his home-place. The young man who brought these told us about the villages close to his family. We bought one he'd carved, a lidded jar twined round with birds and vines.
Rand Schwarz sells his Hill Country photographs, digs post holes and plays Santa in winter.
This woman had a story too, I could feel it. But I didn't ask. Where she had been or how she came to sit alone in a booth behind a few pieces of chipped pottery.
It's the way of life, how stories blend; bright, shaded, joined in time and place. Like a walk at Wimberley Market Days.
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