XIIIWHY SHE WAS FOLLOWING me in the farmer's market was anyone's guess. Because I wasn't there to "make friends and influence people". Not. Period, no, period.
I was only here to get some in-season fruit if they didn't price me out of the market. I was looking for the blemished stuff that was mostly for canning. Sure, I canned my own stuff, but fresh was better tasting, even if you had to cut out the bad parts and feed those to the the chickens.
She started out being just a few paces behind me. At every booth.
My milk was staying cool enough back with the farmer's kids who brought the milk to the pick-up location. They had a trailer with a large tarp and their own produce to sell. So I turned back to go up another round of the tent lines, just to see what she would do. And talked more b
