Well it was bound to happen at some point. And we actually made it four years in New York City without finding a mouse in the house. But this week a tiny brown mouse ventured out from beneath our fridge. Anna no longer enters the kitchen. And the search for a kitten continues.
In better news, on Saturday morning we finally made it to the farmers’ market at Grand Army Plaza in Prospect Park. We sampled cherries, iced tea, cider and apple donuts. But we’re all going to have much higher paying jobs before we start stocking up on weekly produce there.
Some snapshots from the week: