A four line poem about: chaos.
We had an excellent market today - we sold out of everything we brought, except for the plants (which we're really just bringing because we still have space to do so - though we did sell a few of those as well). That includes the approximately 240 pounds of cherries we hauled up to Penticton.
Things got pretty hectic.
But it was a good hectic :)
Money and cherries,
Swirling like drunk electrons...
I gave the wrong change?Damn it, I'm such a moron.