Write a four line poem about: heat.
It is hot, hot, hot, and I am not, not, not complaining. I've waited too long for this.
But, you know, could we maybe turn the furnace down a notch or two?
Today was a productive one, as we got a bunch of things done that we'd been putting off for weeks. I did some rototilling in the garden in the morning to clean up the paths between some of our carrots and beets that were filling up with weeds, and then in the afternoon: stairs for the deck, at long last!
Kat's dad and I got the set on the front side finished, which was conveniently in the shade of one of our walnut trees. The back side will have to wait for a cooler morning or evening.
The sun looks down
From a clear blue sky,
And doesn't blinkAs Earth slowly dies