Farmer’s Market and random thoughts

As I mentioned last night, I got up this morning and did a Farmer’s Market stint. I was up by 6:09 so that I could get the radishes picked and washed. By 7 a.m., I was eating breakfast and ready to head out. I took a breath and paused. No sense being there that early. I ended up unloaded and in place just after 7:30. Of course this was an unofficial Farmer’s Market, so it wasn’t advertised or anything, and no one of the locals stopped. In fact it began sprinkling about 8:15 so not a good sign. Just before 8:30 a young gentleman with the crew that is rewiring the town for fiber optics for the phone/cable/internet company stopped by. He took a bag of radishes, a small zucchini bread and two muffins. I sold at least one of each item that I brought. The sale totaled $3.00.

We visited for a bit, and I almost had the impression that he was checking to see how young this woman was sitting by this booth. Sorry to be a disappointment, but I am grandmother age by more standards than just little four-year-old Jaxon. In truth, if I had married and–well just had children when my mother did, I could be the grandmother of a 17-year-old, or 18 with a stretch. The crew that does the fiber optics has an age minimum of 18, so you get the picture. Anyway, I had the first sale of the year, and hope the young man enjoyed the purchase. He did tell me that he appreciated the prices. Hmmm, maybe a repeat sale next week. Wonder what I can cook up for that one. Did I hear cookies? Perhaps!

Now for some pictures to end the post.

Fresh radishes!

Fresh radishes!

Items for the FM.

Items for the FM.

A look at the morning as I went to pick the radishes.

A look at the morning as I went to pick the radishes.

 

Newest pot with petunias and fern in the middle.

Newest pot with petunias and fern in the middle.

Daisies in bloom.

Daisies in bloom.

 

Tigee, tired from a day outside.

Tigee, tired from a day outside.

 

Tigee, hiding out in the house.

Tigee, hiding out in the house.

 

 I added the last two pictures in order to tell you a story about Tigee. I didn’t want to post it at the time it happened because I didn’t want to stress my sister Adie. Tigee was my mother’s cat, and everyone in the family feels a bit of ownership of her. I took her to my place without even asking if anyone else wanted her. I said she had to live with me because I basically have the same yard as my mother’s house, and then Tigee wouldn’t have to move. Of course right after that, we moved to Linton, but we came back so a moot point now. So the story about her recently is that she disappeared for about two hours the day that Annabell left for home. That cat is into hiding as of late. She was laying in the grass behind the garden while James was weeding, and then just like that she was gone. Paulina nearly had a breakdown looking for her. In fact Paulina and James walked all through the yard and over the dike and everything to no avail. Later Tigee came sauntering home as if nothing had happened. They finally realized she was sleeping in some tall grass under a tree across the dike. She is only allowed supervised excursions for now.

Have a great weekend!!

 

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Melissa
    Jun 27, 2014 @ 18:08:50

    I couldn’t have taken her to my house. There would not have been enough yelling. My family is just too passive when I get mad. Every now and then she needs a good “carbon” cleaning from yelling like Mandy’s car. Although, Elisabeth has taken to yelling a bit at me, so she might feel at home here now.

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  2. Glenda zimmermam
    Jun 27, 2014 @ 11:45:31

    I know we will have to let Tigee go soon, but … She just seems like she has to be with us forever! Tears will be flowing again! Isn’t she as old as Paulina? I have always loved that cat!

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