Write two haiku about: acceptance.
My day-after-my-birthday celebrations... nah, I'm just messing with you. Party's over for this year.
For me, at least. Max's festivities are right around the corner.
Spent this morning in the garden, pulling out the remaining tomato plant stakes, and harvesting our beets, parsnips, and carrots. The veggies are all in storage now, for us to work our way through over the winter. Well, the remainder of fall and as much of the winter as they'll last.
Now I just need to pull up the remaining row marker stakes and harvest whatever remains of our peppers and we can till the whole thing in for another year.
With all of these flaws
and shortcomings, I just want
to accept myself
* * *
The ground rules are clear:
spill an innocent's blood and
you are one of us.