Write two haiku about: fire.
Before tonight my worst three game total came on week two. That is still the case, but only because this evening's triple was one better.
Argh. (I had more to say about it than that, but I've managed to delete all the expletives)
In more positive news, I managed to finally sow our garden cover crops this afternoon, which was good since the weather is about to take a sharp turn toward winter. Well, that wind out there right now is suggesting that turn has already begun...
A crackling dance
across a bone dry meadow,
no flower is spared.
* * *
Warming young faces
and tales taller than mountains,
the campfire burns.