Farmers' Market LbNA #49457 (ARCHIVED)
Owner: | Adoptable |
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Plant date: | Aug 5, 2009 |
Location: | |
City: | Port Austin |
County: | Huron |
State: | Michigan |
Boxes: | 1 |
Planted by: | jfk sister |
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Found by: | herewegohs |
Last found: | Jul 7, 2011 |
Status: | FFFFFFFFFaaa |
Last edited: | Aug 5, 2009 |
Vegetables are healthy, but not always happy. Here is a story about one of their pickles.
It all started when Mr. & Mrs. Tomato produced a son, Herb, with a strawberry birthmark. Though overjoyed by beaning parents, they frittered their son would never pass mustard at the vegetable stand. So the Tomatoes hired a sage to pepper Herb with questions in hopes that Herb would ketsup in thyme for nursey school- thus squashing their fears that he would be bran as a bad-seed.
The same season, Mr. & Mrs. Potato begot a sweet pea of a spud, named Rosemary. She was the apple of their eye and they relished garnishing her with califlowers and firs. (Rosemary's parents had high oats that she would be the currant Miss Buttercup on market day.)
So even though they grew and bloomed within the same garden gate, the two never met. For there was a dandilion that stalked the paths making certain the vegetables didn't pecan each other. If a row was started, he would beet it down with his goldenrod. This dandilion didn't cotton to mixed vegetables, and that's the whey he's always bean.
Now imagine the stew that mushroomed when Herb and Rosemary were tossed into the garden basket and.... their tulips met! Rosemary's potato eyes turnipped to Herb and she said, "We make a peach of a pear! Lettuce have a grand old wedding, for I cantalope."
And they did. Then they set-up residences and the middle small bush in front of the Village Hall, on the corned of State & Line. The market hours are 9am til 1pm on Saturday. It's a great time to shop, but too busy to letterbox.
It all started when Mr. & Mrs. Tomato produced a son, Herb, with a strawberry birthmark. Though overjoyed by beaning parents, they frittered their son would never pass mustard at the vegetable stand. So the Tomatoes hired a sage to pepper Herb with questions in hopes that Herb would ketsup in thyme for nursey school- thus squashing their fears that he would be bran as a bad-seed.
The same season, Mr. & Mrs. Potato begot a sweet pea of a spud, named Rosemary. She was the apple of their eye and they relished garnishing her with califlowers and firs. (Rosemary's parents had high oats that she would be the currant Miss Buttercup on market day.)
So even though they grew and bloomed within the same garden gate, the two never met. For there was a dandilion that stalked the paths making certain the vegetables didn't pecan each other. If a row was started, he would beet it down with his goldenrod. This dandilion didn't cotton to mixed vegetables, and that's the whey he's always bean.
Now imagine the stew that mushroomed when Herb and Rosemary were tossed into the garden basket and.... their tulips met! Rosemary's potato eyes turnipped to Herb and she said, "We make a peach of a pear! Lettuce have a grand old wedding, for I cantalope."
And they did. Then they set-up residences and the middle small bush in front of the Village Hall, on the corned of State & Line. The market hours are 9am til 1pm on Saturday. It's a great time to shop, but too busy to letterbox.