Write four lines of prose which take place at: the beach.
Between Becky and I we picked 22 pints of raspberries this morning. Adam managed 6 pints of strawberries before heading to work. I can only shake my head at his insistence on getting those. And, I suppose, thank him for his efforts.
We'll also be taking the final 16 crates of cherries and a couple large bags filled with heads of broccoli to the market tomorrow morning. Oh, and Kat's parents also found enough apricots to fill one crate and enough transparent apples to fill half of another.
Hopefully the rain will hold off long enough for us to sell most of our produce.
"Helen... when you said you were taking us to a muscle beach, I really wasn't expecting... this."
"What's the problem, girl?"
"I just didn't think you'd be so... literal."
"Ooooh baby, check out the stud with the bulging quad!"