The Market
by zoss in introflection, pessoal, datingFor a number of years now, I have been going down to the Farmers’ Market two or three Saturdays out of every four. I’d buy fresh fruits, vegetables, and some deli meat, and pick up some flowers that would last me a week, ten days, or even two weeks at a time.
I’ve just come back from the Market. No flowers in hand. I, however, have caught myself eying some potted plants.
Comment by Alina Popescu — 31/7/2007 @ 8:47
Good luck with that! Which reminds me my cactus will be pronounced dead due to severe thirst soon enough. And that is a hard thing to accomplish even when cacti are the only plants you dare have :P