Write a four line poem about: me.
Hey, it's my birthday. Also: I almost managed to get to 2,000 days worth of prompts without asking you to write anything about me.
Also, also: I didn't say it had to be a nice four line poem.
The final market of the year has come and gone, with things ending up on a fairly successful note. I sold all of the leeks and apples I brought this morning, along with most of the carving pumpkins and a good chunk of the potatoes, onions, and ornamental gourds.
Now it's time to wrap things up in the garden and get fully settled in to this off-season.
Too old to be young,
Too young to be old;
So I'll do what I want,
But never what I'm told.