Friday August 30th, 2013

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: belonging.

It's going to be a bit of a different market than usual tomorrow. Since we only managed to scrounge five pints of blackberries out of our bushes, and because we're pretty much past the soft fruit time of the year, there was a whole lot of space to be filled in our cooler.

So I decided, for the first time in more than two years, to bring some carrots to the market. Last year we just didn't have enough growing on top of what the boxes and restaurant were taking and up until this point this year we just haven't had the space, both in the cooler and on the truck.

Kind of looking forward to seeing how well they sell.

Other than that, for the September long weekend market I'll be bringing lots of corn, way too many tomatoes, a big load of Gala apples, onions, leeks, potatoes, garlic, and... I'm forgetting something. I have no idea what it is at the moment.

Whatever. Should be a good one, as the forecast is sounding pretty ideal.

Mine:

The air is different here, I can feel the subtleties in the scents as they enter my nostrils and the freshness as it fills my lungs. I would know this place if I were blindfolded and my ears deafened. It is like no other place on this planet.

This is not just my home... it is where I belong.

2 Comments:

Greg said...

I hope the carrots sell well for you then! It seems kind of odd, in a way, that you've not sold carrots in two years – they're one of the most popular vegetables (apparently because they're naturally sweet). Still, it's good to know that you don't have to be populist in order to be popular!
That's a really nice sentiment in your piece today, and I'm just wondering now if there's anywhere I know where the smell feels so comforting and right....

Belonging
"One of us! One of us!" The chant was slow, drawn out, and (if she were being completely honest with herself), slurred. But she'd managed to teach the zombies to speak, and she'd be damned if she was going to feel let down now by their choice of slogan.

Marc said...

Greg - eh, they didn't sell as well as I'd hoped. If the rain lets up for long enough tomorrow I'll try again though with a slightly different strategy (bigger bunches, a deal for buying two). We'll see.

Hah, nice take on the prompt. I'm feeling a little wary of zombies that can talk though...