postcard and a pickle might bring us all a little bit of cheer. Probably couldn't hurt, at any rate. Husbandman bought the gherkins when I really wanted the big pickles, but I understood his point that no one here would eat the big pickles. I guess the little pickle gets the job done and I do feel grateful that Husbandman went out to buy the supply we needed for this nostalgic #TwinTuesday. I just wish 20 Something could stay here. And there's part of me that still wishes for the big pickles. Just a bluesy big pickle kind of day.