Sunday, July 22, 2007

Give us this day

At the farmers market this morning, I felt the lure of fresh bread. Drawing closer, I was sucked into the force field of apple turnovers. For a small fee, I was allowed to move on at last, slightly more burdened.


  1. Oh that looks so awesome. I can smell it from here. Yummy.

  2. Yummy indeed, Meresy. I shouldn't look at it when I'm hungry. I ate it all already.