How the time flies…
I just can’t believe how fast the weeks go by. Seems like no matter how crappy the weather, we find enough to do and the time just vanishes.
I’ve been intending to post more regularly to this blog, but “oh, my goodness”, I’m usually too busy or too tired. I’ve been chatting in the Garden Room almost every night, but often not for very long. Last night I “came to” in front of the computer, and realized I’d been asleep for about 20 minutes, head lolling and neck getting a kink!
The Farmer’s Market in McBride on Friday was well enough attended considering that there was a very strong, cold wind almost the entire 3 hours! Just as we vendors were “packing up” and there were no more brave customers, the weather settled a bit. The gusts were so strong through our market pavilion that we were retrieving flying serviettes, bags, and even merchandise that had wafted onto the floors. Something got knocked over on my table, which hit my display of preserves… and I lost a jar of “Four Berry Jam” onto the concrete floor! I was fuming as I picked up glass and cleaned the purple mess up, frustrated with the elements and having no one to blame, but perhaps, myself.
At EACH of the markets in McBride and then on Saturday at Dunster, I managed to sell cheesecake by-the-slice, a few perennial plants, and about a dozen jars of jam. Therefore, as I have been for about three years, I’m “hooked” on participating in the farmer’s markets. We’ll have produce for me to peddle in a couple of weeks; I do take salad greens to the Bistro every week, but the market mornings are already too busy to be picking and washing.
We had 9 dogs boarding at the kennel this weekend. I didn’t get around to taking pictures of the guests, which is too bad, since several of them might have appreciated the on-line portrait.
I’m going to quit writing so that I can read a little of a book I bought at a garage sale: Ann Rule’s “The End of the Dream” or some such. I have to go out to the truck to get it. Funny thing, I know I’ve read it already, but I don’t mind reading it again.
Thank you for stopping by, dear readers. Take care of yourselves. ~Ann
