Write a four line poem about: the line up. Or the 'queue', should you insist on being all British-y.
Well, people certainly wanted their apples today. We arrived with 30 crates (approximately 600 pounds) and only returned with 6. It's a shame about the frost, because we would have done even better with a selection of cherry tomatoes and berries to go with them.
But honestly, there's not much room to complain after a day like that.
Kat's aunt and uncle from Calgary are visiting with her parents this weekend and we went up for dinner this evening (always appreciated on market days). We get to return for turkey dinner tomorrow night, and I am particularly looking forward to the pumpkin pie.
He stood in the line for days,
A stationary snake
Wedged into a roped off maze,
With no hope of escape.