Prompt: Write about a farmer bringing in the harvest.
I smile happily as I sort through the array of vegetables piled on the table. Squash, carrots, pumpkins, corn…. There was fruit too. Mostly apples, but some grapes made their appearance too.
We'll have a feast tomorrow night.
I glance up from the table as Picket comes back through the door, lugging another huge basket of corn.
"More corn?" I ask in disbelief. "How much can you have grown?"
He laughs and shrugs as he sets it down, then wipes his forehead. "There's at least two more bushels."
"Two more—Picket Longtreader, I do hope you intend to sell it and not have us eating pure corn all year." I put my hand on my hip and raise an eyebrow at him.
"Don't worry," he says with a laugh. "I'll sell most of it."
The next second Lallo comes in, lugging a huge pumpkin as best as he can while staying upright on his crutch. "Look at this!" he exclaims, slamming it down so hard on the table I'm surprised the pumpkin didn't crack open. "Can you make a pie?"
My eyes slowly widen at the huge pumpkin. "That will make a lot of pies," I say finally with a nod. "So yes."
Time for fall preserving to begin, I guess. That's always fun.