A four line poem about: bartering.
T'was a sunny but windy morning at the market. Here are the pictures I managed to take before the customers came:
Those would be our apples. Going closest to furthest away: Ambrosia, Aurora, and Spartan. Some of our beefsteak tomatoes snuck into the picture at the top right.
Our pumpkin, amidst our ornamental squash and watermelon. I have named him George. Kat doesn't know that yet.
And lastly, our peppers. We've got a couple red amongst the chocolate, and then up top are the green, purple, and hot peppers (Hungarian and Big Bomb).
A few watermelons for you -
Is that enough?
And we'll take your house -I like this bartering stuff.