Produce Picker T-Shirts

The Scenic Route

Tomatoes - organic, heirloom, throwing.

Oranges, lemons and limes.

"Pinching, squeezing, smelling...I love interactive shopping."

'In memory of our beloved Skippy.'

To really know a potato, stare deeply into its eyes.

At the market

Same Day Delivery: "I wish!"

See you at the farmers market!

"This crucial pre-game drill keeps you focused and eliminates distractions!"

"Oh, no - not another farmer's market!"

Berries, Roots, Tubers, Stems, Leaves.

"I'm feeling somewhat optimistic. Let's get perennials."

"We need to find another fall activity to do with the kids."

"Apple harvest."

'I don't think re-living your childhood means you can go apple scrumping in next doors garden.'

Produce Market. Lots of things are going on with the produce. The tomatoes, as usual, are having a fruit or veggie identity crisis. Though it makes no sense, the apples and oranges are constantly comparing themselves to one another. The plums are happy. Any assignment or position that comes their way is always the best. That potatoes want couches, of course. And the bananas think they should run the market government. Sure, a banana republic!

Empty Nester Apple Picking - "Not THAT one, you idiot!"

'There goes another one. Galileo, don't you have any idea what makes them do that?'

The Apple Picker Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree....

Grocery Shopping

People of the Fall

'Every war game scenario I've run has you picking up the check.'

"Why, Ed Dunlop! Didn't you used to be my chief stock picker?"

Man on Stilts in a Market

Flava Superba

'If you want produce grown on the farm down the road you'll have to go to Kuala Lumpur.'

'What did you do with the apple I gave you yesterday?'

He loves me...

Illuminating agricultural production

Picnic Under the Apple Tree

A windfall pear falling straight into a bag of windfall pears.

Picked On

'It's a feisty little potato of Scottish origins, with a reddish complexion, whiskery appearance, waxy character and slight tendency to small mischief; spring-sown into well-drained soil on the south of the Island it has been hand-reared by. . .'

'Gentlemen--- choose your Pistils!' THE DUEL OF THE FLORISTS.