Write four lines of prose about: the unknown.
Today was mostly about cherries and berries. I helped Kat's parents begin to net their cherry trees, they helped us pick our first strawberry haul of the market season. Which came to a grand total of 42 pints. Considering we peaked at 50 pints last year, I'd say the plants we added to our garden last season are settling in nicely.
My mind boggles when it tries to imagine what this year's peak is going to be.
Boggle, boggle, boggle.
It's paralyzing, this fear of the unknown. It keeps me from making a choice, moving on to other adventures and mysteries and... life. Better to take a chance now and hope for the best... right?
"I'll take what's behind door number... two."