Write a four line poem about something that was left: unwritten.
By the end of the market today we'd sold out of raspberries, strawberries, peas, and cherries (in that order). Moved a few mint plants as well, which was nice. But it was definitely a quieter market than last weekend's, so it was probably a good thing that we didn't have as many cherries as I had been wishing for earlier this week.
Maja is leaving us Monday morning, as she's headed to Vancouver for a few days of being a tourist before heading home to Denmark. Genevieve is going back to Calgary on Monday for a couple of weeks as well, since she needs to get some things sorted out at home before rejoining us, hopefully for the remainder of the summer. We will certainly miss them both.
Especially since we don't currently have any helpers lined up for July.
It could be an interesting stretch coming up.
I thought it was understood,
That it need not be spelled out;
But you appear confounded,
So I shall erase all doubt.