The cool morning air whipped across Wade’s face, carrying the fresh scents of misshapen, vibrant tomatoes, jars of honey, and bundles of herbs. He breathed deep, carefully inspecting each cucumber while keeping a close eye on his son, Cole.
“Can we get these for Casper?”
Wade turned and found Cole pointing at the dog biscuits he had discovered. Pausing for only a moment, Wade sighed, took a peach from his basket, and returned it to the stand. “Yes, get some biscuits for Casper.”