Write two haiku about something that is: bittersweet.
We managed to get the 142 pounds of strawberries that were ordered by locals for this afternoon's pickup. By the end of the pick I think we were all fading pretty fast, but it was very satisfying to get enough off the bushes to satisfy everybody.
The weather is supposed to start cooling off tomorrow. That would be nice.
For all of us, really. Because then you guys don't have to listen to me complain about the heat on every single post. Wouldn't that be nice?
Back to the bakery tomorrow morning, assuming I can get out of bed.
With this ring I thee
wed; now it's sitting behind
glass in a pawn shop
* * *
last pick looms; soon shall come the
glory of peaches