Fruit Stand

I stopped at an outdoor market the other day to pick up some fresh produce.  The weather was above a hundred and it seemed like a pretty miserable job to me, babysitting all those fruits and vegetables — yet the workers seemed to love their jobs and were exceptionally cheerful.  We chit chatted about the heat, the hats with neck flaps they wore, the necessity of sunscreen and the many candidates in the next election.  I bought some Rainier cherries, a couple of peaches, a few ears of corn and some pretty little plants called Million Bells that were half price.  I had paid and gotten in the car when one of the women who was working came zooming out, waving her arms at me. “How about a nice Martha Washington to take home with you,” she asked and handed me a  beautiful geranium through the open car window.  What a nice surprise — and Martha is happily blooming on the front porch right now.