It makes me happy to see them and I am somewhat surprised by the trust that the owner has with their unknown customers.
When I first moved here, I went to the stand in the pictures below which sits to the left of the yard at a sweet little farmhouse. The house was covered with flowers and vines and the porch kind of beckoned you up to it. Since the door was ajar and there was a business sign in the yard, I thought it was a flower shop or boutique. I walked up to the door and pushed it open.
I took a few steps in and saw this beautiful farm table with cut flowers strewn all over. I noticed the creaky wood floors and farmhouse touches around the room. A cat sauntered up to me and started leaning on my leg like they do. She was purring so I bent down to pet her. As I did that, I looked to my right and saw a TV, living room furniture and kids toys playfully tossed about. I quickly stood up and did a double take, realizing that this was no flower shop but that I was a stranger standing in the middle of some one's living room.
"Oh no!" I whispered to myself and began to back out but those creaky floors were loud and the cat's "MEOWing" was even louder. I thought it would give me away. I whispered to the cat to "Shhh" as if that was going to help
I continued to walk backwards for some reason which is when I stepped on a toy truck and stumbled a little, sending the truck skating across the room. Panicked, I turned around and ran my legs smack into a table. I wanted to let out a yell but instead I quickly tiptoed out the door, almost hopping and whispering, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" When I finally got out, I cracked myself up, laughing all the way home.
I am so not a ninja.
I wonder how many people bring back the jars?
Pretty in pink.
Honor system.
Fruits and veggies
There was even a change box to the right of the money
to make yourself change if you needed to. That's my dollar in there.
What do you love about where you live?
