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.
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.