Write a four line poem about: ignorance.
Started this morning with 136 pints and 108 quarts (so about another 162 pints, ish) of strawberries. They were all gone by 11:00 am.
As a reminder, the market opens at 8:30 am.
I was feeling pretty confident that we were going to sell out before the market closed at 1:00 pm. I had zero expectations of doing so that quickly.
That was a pretty quiet and relaxed last two hours though, with only my greeting cards and photography prints left on the one table (we took down the first table around 10, then the second table at 11). Gave me the chance to visit with a few vendors I hadn't seen since last fall, and to do a bit of shopping as well.
I'm curious to see how things go next weekend, when we'll be adding cherries to the mix.
How blissfully ignorant,
To ask such a thing!
No ma'am, these strawberries were
Not picked last spring...*
*Honestly, what kind of produce storage system do people think we have? I know the strawberries are ready early this year, but come on...