Today I dragged Lev to a farmers' market in our neighborhood. He power-walked through it, waiting at a safe distance when I stopped to buy something. There's this stereotype that men hate farmers' markets, and only go because their significant others make them go and...look no further than Lev walking back to the house with me, saying that was enjoyable but he was done for the day doing "girly stuff."
I got some beautiful flowers at the farmers' market. They are in a pitcher that I found at the thriftstore before we left for Korea.
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