Write a four line poem about: goats.
Because Saturday night has become a movie night recently. There are some benefits of Max having to get up super early with us and then only napping on the truck ride home after the market. Early bed times are much appreciated.
Much, much, much better market this week. We arrived with something like 28 crates of our various apples and only brought home 2.5, almost entirely Spartan. People were excited to see the Ambrosia and I guess that spilled over to trying out the Auroras as well.
Either way, that was good stuff. We'll be missing next week's market, as we'll be returning from Vancouver and its environs on Sunday, so it was nice to begin our break on such a positive note.
Shoes, shirts, maps, money,
They'll eat it all -
So let's set them loose
Inside the mall!