Write two haiku about something that is: refreshing.
Mother of mercy was it ever hot today. The high was supposedly 38 degrees, but our thermometer was 37 at five o'clock and it was mostly in the shade. So... yeah, they need to take their readings around our place before I start believing it.
We were definitely racing to get the greens picked for the boxes this morning. Off the plant, into the bag, and into the cooler as quickly as possible. Everything was looking good during pickup this afternoon though, so we must have done well.
It's supposed to be a bit more reasonable tomorrow. Which is good, because we need to harvest another six pounds of arugula and six pounds of salad blend for the restaurant.
Also: I don't want it to be excessively hot for when my parents arrive after lunch, or else they might not stay until Saturday like they're currently planning. But I suppose Max would just have to be extra cute if it is hot again in order to convince them to put up with it.
I'm sorry, my dear -
was that truth slipping through your
lips? How refreshing!
* * *
The road's waving hot,
plants reach down with wilted hands;
shower me with ice.