Friday May 31st, 2013

The exercise:

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."


Greg said...

Cherries and berries sound delicious! I also rather liked your little links for your boggling :) I shall look forward to seeing the final number of strawberries picked this year!
Oh dear, not door number two....

The unknown
"What's the weather forecast say, mom?"
"An adventure into the unknown."
"Aw, crap, again? I had that yesterday as well, and I ended up having my galoshes eaten...."

Jordan Rockerbie said...

In a month I'm turning an age my sister tells me is "old."
A month after that I'm leaving this place I've called home, packing a car, and trekking across two-thirds of this country.
I don't know what's waiting for me on the other side. I've never crossed these lines before.

Marc said...

Greg - hah, that sounds like a more accurate forecast than usual, actually...

Jordan - safe travels, and may grand adventures await you :)