Write about: something (or someone, I suppose) borrowed.
Took it easy for most of the day before getting things organized for tomorrow's local orders. For a change it wasn't a struggle to find a recipe for our box customers - first time they get corn? Okay, corn recipe it is.
This one seemed quick, easy, and tasty. Hopefully they agree.
Had some help with tonight's harvest of potatoes, blackberries, cherry tomatoes, and beans. The nectarines leftover from the market just had to be sorted into two pound portions and it was only a matter of picking out which garlic would get included this week.
Fairly certain I've set myself up for a pretty relaxed morning to finish off the more perishable items in the harvest. Fingers crossed I've not forgotten something important.
The man enters the building, walking as though he should be using a cane. The look on his face suggests that only a very foolish person would point this out, so the woman behind the desk remains silent.
She is not one who suffers it in others and is not about to allow it to slip between her own lips.
After making the passage from door to desk, he leans heavily on the latter while regarding the former with obvious disgust. It is clear that he feels the inconsiderate, wet-behind-the-ears lout who designed the place put the two an unnecessary distance apart.
"Good afternoon," the woman says with a fair attempt at enthusiasm.
"Hardly," he replies with not even a glance in enthusiasm's direction.
"Can I help you?" she asks. "Out of here as quickly as possible?" she finishes silently.
"I want to borrow a book about birds. A good one, preferably."