Write a four line poem about: while you were sleeping.
Bit of an odd market today. The rain held off until around noon, which was nice. But things were so slow at our stall for most of the morning. Raspberries took much longer than usual to sell out and the cherries felt like they were moving off the table in slow motion.
I think in the end we did okay, and I did sell nine of my cards, but I was left feeling disappointed that we brought six crates of cherries home.
Hopefully we'll have better weather and better luck next week when we bring a full load of apricots with us.
In the meantime, I'm looking forward to tomorrow and my first Father's Day as the daddy to two boys.
We're at the market already?
Wow, that doesn't feel real!
Um, should I be worried that
You were behind the wheel?