Write two haiku about: safe haven.
Started picking this morning beneath blue skies. Was totally focused on the raspberries and they were plentiful and I was feeling good.
Then I happened to look up.
Oh, hello black clouds moving in from the south. I guess I should pick up the pace, huh?
I did not pick up the pace enough. Ended up having to finish the pick for local orders in the rain. Definitely easier doing that with raspberries than strawberries, but still unpleasant.
On the plus side, we are pretty much officially done with strawberries for this year. Just need to confirm with everybody that they're okay with that.
Would be incredibly surprised to encounter any resistance to that suggestion.
How did this happen?
Bullets and blood everywhere...
We should have been safe.
* * *
You gave me shelter
in times of such great need. Let
me repay you now