So a few people have asked me how I did at market yesterday... every Saturday/Sunday I get this question.
My answer for yesterday is: "I don't even care about the money. I had a butterfly, a bumble bee and two honey bees fly into my tent!"
The bumble bee flew right toward my face, then up into the top of my tent. I told it it needed to come back down in order to get out, and then I went about selling. All of a sudden, it dropped itself onto the table with a bang, right in front of a customer, then flew out. The honey bees came and went and buzzed around me like they always do. The butterfly was yellow and black, just like the bees. It flew right on in, and then got stuck between the top of the tent and one of the sidewalls. It was missing one of its bottom wings, but after I helped it out of my tent, it just kept on going, like it never knew it was wounded.
Now, that is a good day.
Additionally, yesterday I had a meeting with my niece, who is collaborating with me to write the story for my children's book that I mentioned in a blog post a few months ago. Slow moving, some things are... but they shall still get done.
