There's also a gal who sells flowers. $2.50 a bunch. My dad liked to grow glads. They remind me of him.
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Friday, July 31, 2009
I like roadside veggie stands too!
I pass by 8, count them, 8 little roadside stands on my way home from work. There's the big market that sells everything that can be grown in dirt, to the gal with a fridge in a shed with eggs, to the table with a cooler of beans, zucchini and pickles, right down to little old man who just sells pickles. I have no time to grow my own - I've tried. I always forget the water. I don't have a good yard for a garden either. It's too shady. I'm happy to help out the little man and his roadside stand. It costs much less than the grocery store and tastes better too!
There's also a gal who sells flowers. $2.50 a bunch. My dad liked to grow glads. They remind me of him.
Grandma and Grandpa H also came by for a visit last night. They took Jay for a walk, played some ball outside, and of course they read books. We enjoyed a fabulous dinner (one of my summer faves) of pork ribs on the grill, fresh picked corn on the cob (the farm lady said it was picked that afternoon), farm fresh pickles in rice vinegar, with baby redskin potatoes (from a stand too) shook in a bag with olive oil, garlic, and Italian seasoning then baked in the oven. YUM! Yes, they're reading a fire truck book - from the library.
There's also a gal who sells flowers. $2.50 a bunch. My dad liked to grow glads. They remind me of him.
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Your dinner last night sounds REALLY good. Enjoy your weekend!
ReplyDeleteDude, what happened to your baby?? There is a small boy living in your house!
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