Write a four line poem about: peaches.
We brought 17 crates of peaches to the market this morning. We brought home 4.
No, not crates. Peaches.
Pretty ridiculous, especially considering it was the first market after the final long weekend of summer. We also sold out of berries, corn, cherry tomatoes, and McIntosh apples. We came back with a few crates of Gala apples, but a good chunk of those will be going into the boxes on Tuesday.
Kat's mom drove up to help keep Max entertained for most of the morning. It worked out perfectly - they had a great time exploring the market and we were able to run the stall together, without distraction.
Other than, you know, every now and then wondering where our son was.
Millions of peaches,
Peaches for me.
Millions of peach- wait.
Where'd they all go?