Write something in the style of: Dr. Seuss.
Greg, I trust that you've had time to do your homework since the last time the good doctor was mentioned here on the blog?
The lightning last night set off a number of fires in the hills around us - that we can see, at least. I would not be surprised to learn that there are more which are out of our sight lines, as there were a whole lot of strikes during that storm.
Anyway. The closest cluster is on our side of the lake, maybe (and I hesitate to throw this out there as I am a horrible judge of distance) five kilometers away. We had a pretty good view of the water bombers doing their work this evening, at any rate.
Max was... let me just say excited for now. I will provide more details tomorrow, if I remember.
On our farm we farm without harm. Except of course for weeds and other necessary dirty deeds.
Indeed those weeds simply have to go. Go where? Go here, go there, I don't know! Just, please, do not grow around my plants, or even in the rows!
When I see a weed I stop! Then I hop! Then I pull and yank and chop until that weed goes plop!
Then I feel very good, just like I should! Do I wish to do it again? I would!
When I see another weed has gone astray my happiness goes away. So I carry on without delay, saving play for another day, as I pull and yank and chop and slay until... okay... I can say...
Nope! Another weedy dope! Time to act, don't give them hope!
So it goes, day after day after day... and I wouldn't have it any other way.