A four line poem about: shade/shades/shady.
I seem to be big on multiple choice prompts lately. Probably my tired brain refusing to make a decision.
The first market went pretty well this morning. Managed to sell quite a few tomato plants, which will free up more room in the greenhouse for... more tomato plants! Hurray.
Kat and I requested a new stall location this year, as our old spot got way too much sun. Our greens were wilting and looking entirely unappetizing almost before the market opened each week. It's only one market in, but I'm loving our new spot - much shadier, more central (so we'll actually feel more a part of things, whereas before we were at the very end of the market), and we're beside the baker we always get our bread from.
Plus, on the other side of him is the lady who sells coffee. Pretty ideal overall, I'd say.
Lounging under a tree;
Watching butterflies,Picking daisies for me.