Write two haiku about: October.
The end of September has arrived. That seems... a little quick.
Boxes went quite smoothly today, even with me having to do the remaining work by myself. I finished off the harvest this morning, partly before Kat left for OK Falls and mostly while Max was with his grandparents in the orchard. After bringing him back home to have lunch with me, we played until Kat returned.
At that point we both expected it to be nap time. It was not.
So Kat hung out with him while I went to bring all the produce down to our house in order to put them in their various boxes. As I finished getting it all off the truck and onto the deck I came inside to grab something... just in time to see them disappearing into the bedroom for nap time.
I put all the boxes together, plus a couple of local orders, and then waited for them to be collected.
And now... only one more week to go.
A fine month indeed -
how could it not be? For it's
home to my birthday
* * *
Fallen golden leaves
whisper secrets as short ghosts
in sneakers walk by