Write a four line poem about: noise pollution.
Man, August huh? Not sure how I feel about hitting month number eight this year.
This morning's market went very well. We only brought home half a crate of nectarines, three crates of apples (we started with ten), and a few cucumbers. There were big crowds, thanks to the long weekend, pretty much from start to finish too.
Unfortunately a group rented out the park behind our stall and decided to blast music for the last half of the market. They were asked to turn it down pretty much as soon as they started (by Rebecca, actually) and they did... for about ten minutes. Apparently the market manager also asked them to turn it down later in the morning, with pretty much the same results.
It was especially annoying because they were drowning out the buskers at the market, one of whom was directly beside our stall when it started (thus Rebecca heading straight over there). As soon as the music got loud again they packed up their instruments and headed elsewhere. I hope they found a quieter spot somewhere else in the market, but I doubt it.
Thus... today's prompt.
My sister had a fun morning with her nephew before heading east to Calgary. We're hoping to drive out to visit her and her husband in the fall, but we'll see how that goes. For now it was an enjoyable few days together in Osoyoos, and that's something.
Turn it down, turn it off,
Please just make it stop!
I'd rather listen to
A pig eating slop!