“Old, yet beloved to my family, the cart is marked with the prints and sweat of our ancestors, who began our journeys in trade. I carry our world in this cart, wares we have taken ages to create. Foraging through earth and trees to source our natural ingredients. Wares I push with deep pride, along the sloping, uneven terrain. I can travel further with the cart and expand my avenues for trade.” MysteryPoemLiteraryAncestorsEpistolaryWaresHeritage TradeCarrying Our WorldHeritage CartNatural Ingredients Book:Adira and the Dark Horse Source: Adira and the Dark Horse
“The round table and four chairs looked as though they'd been plucked from a society wedding---shimmery-pink tablecloth, a full set of old and grass-green china, crystal glasses, low bouquets of plump blush-colored peonies. There was even a crystal candelabrum.” Tea PartyDecorWares Book:Make It Sweet Source: Make It Sweet
“From north to south, the island is just ten miles long, but it feels like a continent in its own right. There are bays and inlets, coves and mudflats, a winery, a berry farm, a llama farm, sixteen restaurants, a café that makes homemade cinnamon rolls and the best coffee I've ever tasted, and a market whose wares include locally produced raspberry wine and organic Swiss chard picked just hours before making its appearance in the produce section.” IslandLocalEstablishmentsPuget SoundWares Book:The Violets of March Source: The Violets of March
“There was already a shop selling fabrics there; another sold mangoes and lentils and yams. There was a café- no alcohol, but mint tea, and glass-water pipes of kif- that fragrant blend of tobacco and marijuana so common in Morocco. There was a market every week, selling strange and exotic fruit and vegetables brought in from the docks at Marseille, and a little bakery, selling flatbread and pancakes and sweet milk rolls and honey pastries and almond briouats.” CommunityShopsMuslimPastriesWares Book:Peaches for Father Francis Source: Peaches for Father Francis