Write two haiku about: sharks.
Between myself, Adam, Becky, Sue, and Jake, we harvested about 125 pounds of strawberries over the last two days. This afternoon they all went off to good homes and appreciative bellies.
And we didn't even pick all of what was ready.
Kat's parents went out and finished the pick this afternoon and, at very minimum, got another 50 pounds. Probably closer to 60, but I didn't feel any need to weigh what I saw in the cooler.
Friday's pick for the market shall be interesting.
Back at the bakery tomorrow morning at 8. I've already set my alarm, just in case I fall asleep on the couch yet again.
I have changed my ways.
When tempted, I just repeat:
Fish are friends, not food.
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With all those sharp teeth
and lethal muscles, people
still fear the fin most