On Saturday Granddad and I went to the Farmer's Market.
The Morris Dancers were jingling and clacking and welcoming spring.
There are fresh farm eggs and tender baby greens and sweet little radishes for sale - and lots and lots of plants.
It was a chilly morning so we resisted most of the plants. Except for one:
How could we resist this? We came home with three little sprouts.
The Morris Dancers were jingling and clacking and welcoming spring.
There are fresh farm eggs and tender baby greens and sweet little radishes for sale - and lots and lots of plants.It was a chilly morning so we resisted most of the plants. Except for one:
How could we resist this? We came home with three little sprouts.
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