1. Saturday Morning in Maplewood
Every Saturday morning, Grandma May set up her small stand at the Maplewood Farmers’ Market, just outside Dallas. Her folding table was always the same — covered with a checkered cloth, two baskets of brown and white eggs neatly lined up, and a hand-painted sign that said:
“Fresh Farm Eggs – $4 a dozen.”
“Fresh eggs! Straight from my backyard hens!” she called out in her warm Southern accent.
A young woman stopped by, smiling as she handed over a few dollars.
“God bless you, ma’am. These are the best in town,” she said before walking off with her tote bag.
May’s face softened. “Thank you, sweetheart. You have a blessed day now.”
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