No photo tonight, because I had to drag my fat ass out to Tractor Supply.
Probably not tomorrow either because I'll be in a basement transcending into some lucid thought process via basemental baby yoga.
Word at the first outdoor market is that Saratoga Apples' apples and blossoms did not make it through Sunday's heavy frost, and that my friend Chrissy at Joy of the Journey farm may sell food grade lanolin for boobies. Checked out some heirloom tomatoes (pineapple?) but I'm not ready for them yet.
I hope you enjoy a great night. I'll think of you when I'm changing the laundry.
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