Write a four line poem about: balancing.
So we ended up with 52 pints of strawberries, as Kat's dad was helping us pick yesterday and his pints needed some topping up. We had another 3 set aside for a friend and 2 pints of raspberries set aside for an extremely loyal customer, which left 49 pints of strawberries and 9 pints of raspberries on the table to start the day.
They were all gone by 8:50.
Just a quick reminder: the market opens at 8:30.
Nuts. Utterly nuts. Shame we didn't have more, but I'm hopeful that with a warm week of weather ahead of us we'll have better numbers next Saturday.
The rest of the market was pretty slow (most anything would be after that start) but we did manage to sell some more tomato and pepper plants, along with a few Moroccan mint plants. When we got home from the market we tossed the remaining tomato plants, as we have enough for our garden and there's really no use in continuing to bring them to market at this point.
Plus, you know, next weekend we'll have cherries for the first time and that will keep us plenty busy.
Serenely swaying down the street,
A full water jug on her head;
Not a single drop will be spilled,
Or her husband will see red.