Write two haiku about: the festival.
Whatever festival you wish, real or imagined. You could even write about this festival (squash):
I have other pictures of our squash as well, but I quite like this one. So that's what you get to see! For now, at least.
We had a big, big storm overnight here, and I woke to discover a yard full of walnuts. This was after Kat's mom came down to collect all the freshly fallen nuts yesterday afternoon.
So I spent most of this afternoon collecting walnuts and hauling them up the hill for Kat's mom to dry and process. After I got the first two buckets up there I noticed our scale was nearby, so out of curiosity I weighed them. Minus the weight of the buckets? 42 pounds.
Most of me was impressed by this. A small, rather vocal and persistent part of me, suggested I could do better.
Next haul? 46 pounds of walnuts.
All totaled, I brought over 100 pounds of nuts up to the house... and there's still more on the ground. I just had other things that needed doing. Also, plenty more have yet to fall.
The trees, they have been productive this year.
Gather round, children,
the festival is starting!
Bring Dad's wallet too!
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The breeze brings music
and sun-warmed laughter. Rejoice!
The harvest is done!