Write a four line poem about: the conclusion.
Markets are officially over and done with for this year. They ended on a positive note, despite a rather strong wind that did not let up at all. I didn't bother putting up the tent when I got there as I didn't want to deal with making sure it didn't blow back to Osoyoos. I was also wearing three layers and a toque, but I did manage to stay reasonably warm.
Sold out of the remaining Ambrosia, Salish, and Mutsu apples. Only returned with one of the five crates of Fuji apples I brought. Sold all the cucumbers, zucchini, corn, and strawberries. Moved a few butternut and acorn squash, as well as a couple pumpkins and a smattering of ornamental gourds.
It was strange to be saying goodbyes this early in the year. I think the earliest we've stopped going in previous years was mid-October. But it's been that kind of year - everything's been early.
He knows the answer now that
The facts have all been laid out;
He is utterly wrong though,
Despite his lack of doubt