I think that maybe next week I should wash the blueberries that I buy at the downtown Farmer's Market on Tuesdays before I eat them.
I'm feeling a little light-headed.
I have the best intentions of taking them home.
But the bag is just sitting there!
Remember, Rebecca. Local doesn't equal organic. Who knows what's on those things?
July Wool - Before dashing out the door for Newport, I stuffed these two skeins of sunshine in my bag, hoping I'd sort out what to do with them on the way down there. I ...