Write a four line poem that has something to do with being: underdressed.
Not much rain at the market today. Even less sunshine, unfortunately.
Combine those two with a wind that was ripping all market long (I saw one tent get picked up and blown overtop its owner's vehicle during morning setup) and highs in the low teens and you get a pretty unpleasant day.
Thankfully enough people came out to make it worth my while. I'd certainly have done a lot better if the weather had been more agreeable, but at least it wasn't a total bust.
Oh hey, I should probably share another picture from my backlog. Here, how about this one:
That's Max enjoying the heck out of the swing at one of the parks here in town. If it's not too cold or wet tomorrow we'll probably take him back there for another visit.
A biting wind brings
Jack Frost knocking on every door.
Shivering, you see
That it's not summer anymore.