In article >,
"Spitzmaus" > wrote:

> This afternoon, I spent a delightful hour or so meandering through the
> stalls at your local farmers' market. The weather was glorious, the crowd
> lively, the produce and other wares (honey, cheese, eggs, grass-fed beef,
> focaccia and other baked goods) more than tempting. Unable to maintain a
> firm grasp on my wallet, I returned home with bulging shopping bags and a
> grin on my face.
>
> I *do* so enjoy these weekly forays!
>
> Spitz

:-)
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