Write a four line poem about: memory lane.
We had a spectacular conclusion to our peach season today, as we sold all eleven crates (about 220 pounds) that we had left. We're both a little sad to see the end of them, particularly Kat who has been going through a pretty serious craving for them lately.
Tomorrow we're hosting our second annual Prana Farm BBQ. I hadn't realized until I looked up that link that we're doing it exactly a year after the first one. Funny how things work out sometimes.
Anyway, we're expecting an even bigger turnout than last year, which is nice, and most of them didn't attend the first one, which is even nicer. Makes it seem like we've managed to expand our community here.
Sights, sounds, scents so fresh,
As though this were yesterday;
But this path is cluttered
With words I could never say.