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This morning, when the sun the sun tickled me with its golden rays, I just had to roll out of bed and head to none other than my local farmer's market. This place is nostalgic for me. It brings back childhood memories of when my late grandmother would wake me up at the butt-crack of dawn so that my sister and I would accompany her to the what she so rightly termed as the "market under the bridge," because that's literally where it's located. Go figure, g-ma. So, when I first learned of the phrase 'farmer's market,' you can imagine my own internal confusion. Anywho..I digress.
So, I opted for these little beauties that I can keep alive with just a wee bit of care and h2o.