Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on LinkedIn Share on WhatsApp Share via Email Share via SMS Copy LinkA beautiful voice was belting a cover of “Walking on Sunshine” as I strolled into the Ski Run Farmers Market (I love a good foreshadowing). Laughter lit up the faces of passersby as they sipped on local craft beer, nodding their heads to the strumming of an acoustic guitar. I’m convinced that farmers markets can cure even the dullest of moods, and after a long week, I knew I needed a bit of self-care. Grapes the color of crimson red and bright green sat, waiting to delight the next person to indulge in them. Wine fermented and bottled from a local vineyard was being passed from vigneron to buyer.