freshly squeezed tasted made

Well, the P.I.-for-hire desk never made it to the driveway. But Blessing #1 found a new way to serve the neighborhood. It seems that Nancy not only solves local mysteries, but apparently she also runs a lemonade stand in The Lemonade Raid. So on a rare sunny day last weekend, B#1 got her stand ready, too. B#2 was her helper, and they excitedly worked to get it organized. They made a sign and some lemon-shaped nametags. (The first sign said fresh lemonade, and I casually mentioned that it wasn't exactly fresh since it was from a mix. B#1 questioned me on what it should be. I said it'd be more like freshly made or fresh tasting... A new sign was soon made. It was the combination of the two suggestions and said freshly tasted lemonade... which made me laugh. So, to appease Monkey Moma's I-guess-it-wasn't-so-subtle giggling, a third sign was made that said freshly prepared.) I made the lemonade, and they set up the table and chairs in the front yard. Some of our nice, retired neighbors made their way over to purchase some 5-cent lemonade. They had about four customers and ended up with a few dollars to split between the two of them. Good tipping in the lemonade business, eh?

An update on my little Gypsy:
I think my sneaking suspicion was right on.... the proof is in the picture! (And just to make it a little more obvious, I've even given you an arrow!)

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