Today Chesapeake Bay Daughter and I will be down at the Court House selling daffodils at the Farmers Market.
This is our first such adventure, but here is the preliminary game plan--from which I've been working for several days now:
1. Wake up.
2. Drive to the Court House, specifically the Court Green, and have a grand time selling daffodils.
Sounds easy, doesn't it?
Here at the 11th hour Chesapeake Bay Daughter asked me a few questions. These questions prove that she has invested a great deal more time--which is to say any time at all--thinking through this process, focusing on mission-critical details such as:
-How much will we charge for the daffodils? (insert sounds of crickets)
-Will we have a sign? (more crickets)
-What about a table? (the sound of my heart pounding)
-Do we have change in case the customers have large bills? (the sound of the blood pressure cuff bouncing from my arm off the wall)
- What time do we have to be there? (the sound of a body collapsing on the floor)
If you are one of the two people in Mathews reading this, please come down to the Court Green and
As it turns out, she seems to be teaching me some as well.
p.s. Yesterday's post talked of pictures of the tombstone from the
Evidently I didn't have time to focus on the finer details of selling daffodils at a Farmers Market either.