That’s what the lady singer is singing here in the background, “I need some sugar in my bowl.”  I don’t know what that means exactly but it sounds like a good plan A.  That’s what is going on here as I get my first cup of cafe con leche.  Off to pick some berries for the roadside stand.  We made eight whole dollars yesterday our second day and one dollar the first.    We have a few things out there to prime folks for sweet corn coming in two weeks.  At least that is what I am estimating, two weeks.

I made a signboard so folks driving by could see what we have on hand for sale.  The paint has been curing so maybe I could put it out today.  I put that chalkboard paint on it so it would be easy to change and we will see how that works out.  A pic for you would be good.

In Spain I remember we bought produce along the way from local folks.  They had cucumbers, tomatoes and berries that we easy to consume.  I remember some of those little tiny towns that were sort of piles of stones which were the same stones as those that littered the ground around us.  This was in the west where they had the slate roofs.  The houses and barns were piles of stones with stone roofs that sort of leaned on each other for support.  Just piles of stones with an occasional wooden door and an occasional old lady selling a little basket of berries for a Euro.  How could I resist.

Yup, just selling berries as the world turns.  Love you immensely, Don Felipe de Viana.