This morning I went down to the big "farmers market."
The flowers I specifically went to purchase were not to be found,
so I decided to go look for a client/friend who works the market
on weekends. He does it just for something to do.
He does not want to get bored you see... He is 80+ years old. He
also is a substitute teacher in a district most flee from, given
the chance.
I found him and decided to work for a while selling tomatoes from
Holland, lettuce from California, and red peppers from Holland.
I love markets. "5 peppers for two dollars. How many do you
want? Two? Just Two, that's two for a buck. I'll give you 5 for
2 bucks.... They are great, go ahead, spring for it."
I sold lots of peppers. My friend was busy with the tomatoes. The
lady who runs that particular stall asks him, who in the world is
that? She told me I could come back and sell peppers any time I
wanted to.
I'll go back.
Finally I found some of the flowers I wanted. Seems next week is
the week for zinnias. I wanted them this week. Slim pickings, but
I got 4 flats. They are the center pieces for my potted plants.
Spring is early this year.
Plants are good therapy.
I also bought some apples.
Dozen red roses for the mother of my children, bunch of Iris for
me.