Write two haiku about: the labourer.
We had a fairly small harvest for local orders this morning, but we still had to pick all the blackberries (any leftover after local orders goes to the bakery and this week that ended up being 17 pounds worth). But we got it all done before lunch, so that was good.
This afternoon I delivered to the bakery, spent some time keeping an eye on Max playing with his cousin, and then put together the orders for pickup. Once everything was collected and paid for we went back to Kat's parents house for dinner (hamburgers, salad, and corn on the cob) and more playtime for the cousins.
Now I am sleepy as hell and ready for bed. Not ready for couch. Do you hear me, body? Bed.
Sweating for the man
with the money in his hand,
focused on his son
* * *
Cleaning toilets in
the White House while making plans
to take things over