It's been long enough since the last time (also, I am very tired and can't think of a prompt), so today we're doing: continuations.
Just pick up the story where the last person left it and carry it onward for a little while.
We harvested for the restaurant this morning. Came away with: two pounds of swiss chard, two pounds of spinach, two pounds of salad blend, just over two pounds of snow peas, five pounds of rhubarb, and four and a half pounds of strawberries.
I was planning on getting a picture but by the time we finished I was running a bit late for the delivery. I'll try to get one next week.
The shadows are creeping closer. I shrink away from their touch but there is no escaping their relentless pursuit, their gloomy grip. Day is stepping aside and night is eager to assume control once more.
Life becomes simpler now, more focused. I suppose I should be grateful for that. The many complications and decisions that call for my attention during daylight hours melt away, leaving me with a single thought, a solitary purpose.
Survive until dawn.