Write about: a fine line.
Spent the morning with Max while Kat got some work done in the garden. Was feeling a little better after a decent night's sleep but most of that had faded away by mid-afternoon. So that ended up being nap time for me.
After dinner I went out and finished mulching the fifth row of the strawberries. There are eight rows in total but the final two rows have never produced much in the way of berries, for whatever reason. I'm ignoring those and I'm mostly okay with that.
Row number six? It's more patchy. I'm tempted to weed/mulch portions of it but if I'm being honest with myself I've run out of time. I need to shift my focus to harvesting the strawberries and getting other stuff done around the farm.
Which means, for better or for worse, the mulching of strawberries is done for this year.
"What do you think?"
"What do you mean, Of what? This! Right here!"
"That? It's just a line on an otherwise blank piece of paper."
"Yes, but what do you think of the line?"
"... I have no idea how to answer that question."
"Is it a good line? Is it a poor line? Is it... is it a fine line?"
"... Remind me to never cut you off chocolate again."