Write four lines of prose about: the long day.
I picked berries for approximately ten hours today. I feel like that's longer than a reasonable person would consider wise.
It's going to be a busy market tomorrow, between strawberries (and the customers returning for them) and having 25 crates (about 500 pounds) of the first sweet cherries of the season. I'm driving up with Adam first thing, then Kat and Becky are coming up together with the babies, and Kat's parents are coming with the toddlers as well.
Should be quite the gong show, all told. I'm looking forward to it.
The sun is easing its way below the horizon, having finished its work for the day. Lucky bastard.
No such good fortune for sorry old me. I gotta keep searching through this damned haystack...