The trip to the farmer’s market had been like a healing balm to soothe Julianna’s soul. The scents of the flowers, the chatter of the market people, and the general friendly ambiance of a Saturday morning market had done its magic on Julianna’s mood.
Rows and rows of white-topped canopies could be seen lining the paved walkways and underneath them were colorful farm produce arranged side by side in wooden carts. One particular farmer had artfully arranged his wares in the primary colours. Red plump tomatoes, beautiful purple eggplants, yellow lemons, and so on. It was almost dizzying to look at all those brightly coloured fruits arranged in an unending colourful sequence.
“Petunias!” cried Alice as she made a beeline for the flower stand. The outer petals with their light purple colour a
