The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about something that is: early.
Spent the morning picking blackberries, which we were helped with for an entertaining hour or so by Rebecca and her parents (they're visiting from Vancouver for a couple days). Grand total: 57 pints.
Meanwhile Kat's parents got us 14 crates of nectarines, 4 crates of peaches, and 5 crates of apples. This evening I collected some cucumbers, zucchini, onions, green beans, and cherry tomatoes. So we're all set for a very good market.
Now we just need the rain they're forecasting to hold off or fall elsewhere.
Our guests departed late this morning, carrying as much fruit, berries, and veggies as they could squeeze into their vehicle. Well, what they thought they could fit in there. I was pretty sure we could have found space for a little more.
Mine:
He sits in a chair that he brought with him. He snacks on food from the backpack in his lap. He sips from his water bottle, but not too often - he wouldn't want to have to go to the bathroom, after all.
That would mean he'd lose his spot at the head of the line to get into the pub.
2 comments:
57 pints sounds like a lot! I guess it definitely helped that there were five of you picking (by the sounds of things). That does sound like a very impressive stock to put out at the market tomorrow; I hope it all goes well for you and you sell everything.
Heh, if he's that keen to get into the pub it must be a very special pub indeed! But still, the last line made me smile broadly, so nicely done!
Early
"Look mum," said Janine happily, "I've grown ears all over my arm for my biology class!"
"That's nice," said her mother, her face registering surprise. "I suppose that means your arm is all ear-ly?"
"I was hoping for ear-y," said Janine with a grin, "but I'll take that anyway!"
Greg - well, it's either a very special pub or a very troubled man. I like to think it's the latter :P
That is... quite the take on the prompt. I do appreciate her mother's attitude towards the whole thing though!
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