Write a four line poem that begins with: The night after...
Screw it, couldn't resist the link to yesterday's prompt.
Had a pretty reasonable market this morning. We brought 14 crates of tomato plants and sold just under 8 of them. All the rhubarb went as well, but I didn't pick all that much of it.
Regardless, it was nice to be back. Hopefully next weekend we'll have the first of our raspberries and strawberries to bring with us. We just need a hot week to get them ripe and the forecast, with a projection of 24s and 25s ahead of us, seems to be in agreement on this one.
The night after you left,
Escorted by Death,
I contemplated life...
Then picked up my knife.