Tuesday October 7th, 2014

The exercise:

Write two haiku about: Earth.

And, just like that, we're done with the harvest boxes. I am already looking forward to next Tuesday and its relative peace and relaxation.

The final day was not without complications, of course. Kat didn't get home from work until nearly 4 (box pickup is between 4:30 and 5:30) and Max was not super interested in napping. So I had to take him back up to Grandma, who was thankfully still available to watch him, and then borrow their car to bring the produce back to the house.

Because not only did Kat have our car, but Kat's dad had the truck. Squeezing 14 crates of produce into a Civic is not something I generally consider a good time.

Anyway, it all worked out in the end, as it always seems to on box day. So we're done with it for this year... and likely much longer than that.

It's still under discussion, but at this point I would say it's very likely that we won't be doing the box program next year. Probably not the year after that either, and quite possibly never again. It's just an incredible amount of work and the return doesn't really measure up. So we're going to try doing things a little differently next year and we'll go from there.

I am very much looking forward to the experiment.

Speaking of things I'm anticipating, we're now one month away from Max's second birthday. Hard to imagine.

Mine:

Spinning and spinning,
Like a child trying to look
Everywhere at once

*     *     *

Visitors stop to
search but cannot find signs of
intelligent life

4 comments:

Greg said...

Wow, it sounds like you very nearly had a prime-time cable tv show with all those antics to get the final boxes of box-day out! I shall be interested to hear what you decide to do to replace the box programme though, especially as I know it's not been your favourite part of the year :)
I think I like your second haiku better today, but that's because the cynic in me agrees with it completely. The better part of me is well aware that cows would probably be viewed by aliens as the dominant species because of their sheer number, and that the planet would probably pass the intelligence test provided the aliens tested the cows :)

Earth
This tarot deck is
broken; I keep drawing the
Mud King: "Bury me".

---------
Soft black loamy soil,
Where bright red tomatoes grow,
...and my wife now sleeps.

ivybennet said...

Sparkling blue and
Wisps of white against the night.
The old sphere of life.

Turning and spinning,
Pondering how long it has
Before we kill it.

morganna said...

Spinning blue-green ball
Our only home -- under slow
Destruction -- why?

Hiding under the
Leaves, worms and earwigs nibble
Them to soil.

Marc said...

Greg - the idea currently is to reduce the size of the veggie garden to something more manageable, and mostly just for our own needs. We're bound to have extras of various things, so we'll try to sell those locally and at the market. But otherwise we'll focus on selling the berries and fruit at the market as we've been doing this year, and then not have all that extra garden work the rest of the week that never really seems to pay off.

Hmm, tough call this week. I think I have to go with your second, as that final line caught me completely by surprise!

Ivybennet - love the sentiment of your first, though I also appreciate the message in your second. Still have to go with your first as my favorite this week.

Morganna - I think your first poem is all the more effective for ending with that single worded question. I don't know if there is a good answer, but that's really the only one that needs asking.