Write two haiku about: tomatoes.
One more box day done, leaving just five remaining this season. Have to say I'm pretty ready for that last one to arrive.
The rain held off for most of the day before finally slipping free from the clouds just as I was bringing all the produce down to our place. That meant putting everything inside in order to sort things into the various boxes, instead of on the deck like we usually do. Which meant Max, of course, woke up from his nap before I'd even finished putting one box together.
Pretty sure he thought he'd died and gone to heaven.
"Peppers! 'Matoes!" Each word accompanied by a pointing finger. "Peaches! Blackberries!"
Thankfully he only got one berry in his mouth before we could corral him. Though later on he did manage to grab a pepper and take a bite out of it. Luckily I'd picked a few extras, so that was no big deal to replace.
I think in future weeks I might have to pick extras of everything, just in case.
Red, yellow, orange;
cherry tomatoes are like
snacking on summer
* * *
Plump red clusters lurk
in the shadow of green leaves,
waiting to be found