Bill and I stopped at the Natural Grocers yesterday and as we walked towards the entrance, this is what I saw....
Kind of gets your attention, doesn't it?
I think that's their way of letting you know that they aren't rigid about their hours... if you're shopping at 5:58, they aren't going to kick you out at 6pm. Whatever.... it made me smile.
Another thing that made me smile... Bill has been organizing his sister's garage. I think she takes after their Dad. Jack was a "collector". I've never seen that show called "The Hoarder" or something like that, but he had a little bit of everything. Alberta had this jar in her garage...
When Bill & I lived in Ohio, we had a small farm and raised a few dairy goats. Our first goats were Nubians and we had to have a name for our farm when we registered them with the dairy goat association. It's hard to think up a name, and we came up with Bish Farm (Bi(Bill)+Sh(Sharon). We grew fruits, flowers, vegetables, raised chickens and had several hives of bees. We sold all that, including eggs, goat cheese and honey at the local Farmer's Market for 18 years.
This jar once contained honey. It is from the early days of our market years - the address is before the county re-named our rural route system, and also, my hand-drawn labels were replaced by computer generated labels a long time ago.
It's fun to see something from our past show up all these years later.
By the way, lots of folks at the Farmer's Market thought we were Mr & Mrs Bish..... we were addressed by that name quite frequently.
That's All For Today!