It’s cherry season. We have about 400 pounds of cherries to sell so we made up a bunch of cardboard signs and posted them on the road, beckoning fruit lovers to come and taste. Since our crop isn’t big enough to send to the packing house this year we are simply filling a couple of old fridges in our garage with the cherries and selling them out our back door. We put a sign above our carport that reads, "Honk Three Time For Service."
This morning, after a night of fitful catnaps and bi-hourly feedings, I was rocking Avelyn in her chair when I heard three ragged honks of a car horn off in the distance. I contemplated not bothering to answer the call but decided that I should do my part and sell some fruit. We are running out of room in the fridges and have more cherries coming! So I gathered up the babe in my arms, dashed to the deck and poked my head out the door. I unsuccessfully tried to keep my body inside so that the people didn’t see that I was only wearing granny underwear that sagged down too low to cover my wrinkled stretch marks, and that my tank top was soaked with the milk in all the wrong places.
What a wonderful impression I must have made.
Owell, they bought 25 pounds of cherries so I guess it was worth my trouble.
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Maybe you could put another sign tnat gives a time?,like when Steve is home?Or would that seem too presumptuous,or would that turn off potential buyers?I dunno—-never had a market garden.Good luck.
Or maybe I’ll buy them all off of you. I LOVE cherries :)
I’ll call you when I’m done working this week & arrange to come get some.
Oh – and Avelyn gets sweeter BY THE MINUTE!
If I lived near, I’d buy a bunch!
That sounds really fun. Maybe you should always answer their honking dressed like that and people will by more cherries because they feel bad for disturbing such a busy new mom.
We’ll get some from you too! I was thinking the season was over, so I’m glad to hear you’ve got lots!
Oh my, wish I lived close enough to honk for cherries. I wouldn’t object at all to the milk stained top, or whatever.
Love you.
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