he who hesitates is toast

"I bet you're right."

She slows the car and turns, wheels crunching on the gravel of the side road as they drive along it. Ahead, she can see a large white and green farmhouse with a wraparound porch, silos in the distance. On either side, electric fences line large pastures full of grazing fawn-colored cows, who look up and blink calm liquid eyes at them as they pass.

The farm stand is stationed in a half-circle turnaround on the drive, and appears to be based on the honor system. There's a fridge full of glass bottled milk and cream and eggs in their cartons, hand-lettered with chicken or duck.

There's also a small assortment of produce and flowers, and a cheerful note that tells buyers to take what they like and put the money into the till, then reminds them to bring the bottles back to be re-used.

"Cute," Sharon says, glancing through the products.