I woke up happy this morning, fresh from a garden dream. In it I was in Greenfields Market with some extra vegetables and the clerk there suggested I try selling them there. So we put them out. For some reason they were placed at the checkout. (This may be related to the fact that I impulse buy vegetables all the time.) There were only about 3 bunches of something or other, perhaps thick stemmed mustard was one, that part is vague. Then as usual in the market, I got to talking with a friend. A bit later we looked up and everything had sold! I was so excited. The two of us (sorry pal I can't remember who was with me for this historic moment) walked out laughing and talking about the book we could write about all this. Then I suddenly remembered, oh right, they give me money for this too. So we turned around and walked back to the market, grinning all over.
