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No Foggy Bottom Farm Market tomorrow. Harvesters are few.
The cold, ripped britches in behinds, knees, and many sneezes.
Lazy hands told tails of feeling blue, or in the doldrums, dumps.
Folk wobble as if a deer antler gorged guts, and entrails hang out.
The jaws hang open and are so tired they can't masticate the carrots.
People get weary/ They refuse to lick the leek and potato soup bowls.
No clean dishes, cups, spoons, nor pitch forks. Critters act half's-dead.
Folk feel dumped on. People want to sip tea, whine, and sit at the hearth.
I completely share the disgust. I feel dumb too @ UT to bangs a keyboard.
I said: There's three markets left, and garlic ain't yet under the earth. Rest.
And here I'm sounding silly as a master with slaves: Got carrots, cotton, beets,
furrows rowed, broccoli bundled, and potatoes needing uprooted. O. @ UT, bang ho.
shooter242. I'll be @ Foggy Bottom next week? Visit WV's Sunnyside Farm. Mention me?
Jim Huett has a knee brace. He hopped off a tractor, and into a groundhog hole. Honest.
Ask Jim to give you good deals. Blueberry Hill Vegetable Farm vendor spot is right at G.W.
The statue will be where we be next week. Buy olive bread from a baker right next to G.W.
Serious. Arwater's has a big bread bakery. www.atwater.biz. The helpers will pick a cookie.
Out/over. Guest are here, and then bedtime... wild day, DC's gang may be labeled mental ill?We citizen's will go bankrupt, and they will continue to be vain and corrupt? Gusty cranky day