Peaches and cream and not the yarn
What a delight to be able to zip to the market this morning before coming into the shop and pick up fresh produce. We do miss our farm in that respect. This morning I made a beeline for the truckload of peaches which Cathy, in Stitch Time Thursday night, said were wonderful, as in juice dripping down your chin. Okay, got the peaches, but what about those cantelopes sitting on the back end of that truck? Gotta have one and that honeydew too. How do you tell when those things are ripe? I have been so disappointed on more than one occasion cutting into one with great anticipation only to find it still green. The farmer this morning assured me this one was ripe and ready to eat. Will let you know after the chilling how good it is. But now my shop doesn’t smell like luscious yarns, but luscious peaches and cantalope. Oh well, I think we’ll grin and bear it today.