Why do you want a picture of me? Mr. Preston asks. Because you're my hero, I don't say outloud. Or maybe I did. He is. His vineyard shows up on this blog in all it's wild glory.
This is a nice man who follows me around and carries my bags. These are Hungarian Peppers.
And these are green garlic and spring onions. O delicious dinner upcoming! There were not many people at the market, being rained-out, I guess. But the mood was upbeat and all were heard to praise the rain!
Girding My Loins!
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