Four line poem topic this fine, smoking hot Saturday: aliens.
We had our best market ever this morning. In order of nearest to furthest away, here's a picture of the cherries, apricots (biggest seller - we brought about 180 pounds and almost sold out of them), plums, apples, potatoes, kohlrabi (inspiration for the prompt - they look like little alien spaceships... to me, at least), rhubarb, onions, parsley, and dill:
Also: apparently I'm getting married in three weeks. Woo hoo!
There are little green men
Knocking on my front door.
I've turned off all the lightsSince my bum is still sore.