So we really did go to Frog Pond. And being that we live in a fading metropolis that is really more the size of a small town but retains the idea of being a city, in that we are on a busy road and share a yard with a large brick church, we don't think of ourselves as knowing anything about the countryside and certainly not anything about farming. I am always being tempted to gather to myself a chicken or two, but I'm pretty sure the church would hate that. The children would always be trying to bring them into the church kitchen or let them wander around the sanctuary. Maybe when the apocalypse happens and all social norms fall away….well, I imagine not even then.
There was a huge corn bin.
I bought a whole lot of plants, and three vats of strawberries, and an array of pickles and then everyone got a honey stick and then we went to the Amish store where I found yeast, rennet and unflavored gelatin. And then I spent a large sum of money on cold drinks because everyone was whining after the donuts. So, we should probably go back again, to see the bunnies, because Matt very unkindly wouldn't let us get one, even though they were so cute.
And here, in keeping with a kinder gentler way of life, is the flower crown I made for Marigold last night during Endless Baseball. She walked around very carefully looking smug until it finally was taken off and mushed into my purse.
And now I will arise and go to serve breakfast and do some other stuff. Have a great day!