Write four lines of prose that have something to do with: colorful language.
I spent a lot of harvesting time today within earshot of the guys working on the new house. That's all I have to say about that and the prompt.
Not a great pick today, but hopefully there will be enough of various different things to make for a decent market tomorrow. Also keeping my fingers crossed that if it does rain then people still come out and enjoy the fresh air and produce - it's been long enough that it shouldn't be a reason to stay indoors. As far as I'm concerned, anyway.
A breeze started up mid-morning, which seems like the first time the air's moved in a week. At first it just pushed the old, stale smoke away and replaced it with fresh, new smoke. But by this evening I was able to see the furthest I have seen since this whole mess started.
Hoping for some more wind and a little bit of rain the next couple of days to fully clear out the valley.
"Don't even start, I'm not in the mood for this silver."
"Are you brownsilvering me?"
"I'm dead serious, aquamarine. If you don't drop it I will fuchsia you up."