Write a four line poem about: promises.
The sun shone for the entire farmers market today (though it was still fairly chilly), so I am feeling grateful for that. I'm also grateful for all the people who came out and bought our plants and rhubarb (and one of my cards), making for a better week for us than last go around.
Kat brought Max up late morning and we had a lot of fun introducing him to friends and customers. I think he liked it too.
Next weekend? Next weekend we might have some strawberries to sell.
You keep telling me
To never say never,
But your promises
Are as empty as ever.