It Happened Late Saturday Morning
A Regina Clarke Farmer’s Market Mystery
The garden was coming to life, which prompted the gathering of gardeners.
The tall, sleek, Farmer John, Willowy Winifred, Rotund Rita, and Bubbles sat at the large round oak table sipping coffee and munching on giant cinnamon rolls baked fresh in Bubbles’ kitchen.
“Did you hear about the murder?” asked John.
Winifred looked puzzled. “Who’d you say is a birder?”
“Murder,” said Bubbles.
“Oh, manure; I can get you all some alpaca poop. It won’t burn, so you can put it on when you plant.”
“More coffee?” asked Rita. “I’m picking up worm castings this week if you want any.”
Bubbles and Winifred babbled on about the benefits of different types of animal droppings.
John happily showed Rita photos of tomato seedlings on his windowsill. “Do you think she knows about the murder?”
“I don’t know. Best ask her.”
