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Partly Cloudy With a Chance of Community



It’s a cloudy day in HoCo and it’s shaping up to be mostly plant sales, yard sales, farmer’s markets, and Mother’s Day themed events.

Here’s a look at a few that caught my eye. 

The Market at Clarksville Commons is back, beginning at nine am.




There’s an historical event in Elkridge beginning at eleven am. “Elkridge: Crossroads of Revolution.” It’s free but you need to sign up because they are providing lunch. Click here  to learn more and to register. 



Event is in Patapsco Valley State Park, Avalon Picnic Shelter 105.


At Robinson Nature Center, there’s a Bookworm Bash from 10 am to 12 pm.



It's a read aloud party, and everyone is invited! Join local authors alongside Robinson Nature Center staff for this imagination-fueled adventure in our nature play space. Enjoy story times before making your own story through interactive play and crafts.


The RPB Sneak Peek Weekend is a soft opening event for a new experiential art space called Resting Bitch Place: 13554 Triadelphia Rd, Ellicott City, MD 21042-1134.



I’m intrigued by this place and what looks like their mission statement/motto: Make Something. Build Community. Give a Damn. You can check them out on Instagram, too.

Yet again, I seem to have curated a no-sports, no-alcohol, no-politics sampling. Maybe someone else needs to make one of those. 

Have a great Saturday.


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