Jason’s farm stand wasn’t too far off the beaten path. Whitby was the kind of town that still had family farms close to the town center. His stand had been around for years. He even had a refrigerator for the beans he’d picked and his fresh eggs. He also had a variety of different jams and jellies, honey, and a great selection of salty pickles.
Jason was wearing bib overalls, and a brimmed hat. He looked like he’d been working in his fields before heading over to the farm stand. His mud-splotched overalls lent some authenticity to the scene.
The farm stand was a nice draw, and Jason had done a great job setting it up. The small building was made of wood and held shelves with baskets tilted toward customers so they could see the bounty from the street. He always kept a nice supply of loc
