Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2015 17:20:00 GMT -5
Jack hefted a smaller crate in his arm as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He had been working hard with these new hybrid fruits. A couple of different kinds of blueberries that Terry wanted so he could make Sam a pie. He even offered to grow him some flowers to give to her, but he wanted to go find ones on his own. That was okay by him. Jack and Terry had been friends for so long. Jack really couldn't remember a time in his life when he didn't have Terry by his side. But he was happy that Terry had found someone that made him happy. He had yet to meet the girl, but he wasn't about to let that go without his opinion. Well, at least he would try to be nice with his opinion.
The shadows stretched long and the sky was painted with the hues of orange and reds and pinks. By the time Jack got done with four different varities of new hybrid apples, three baskets of blueberries, some strawberries, raspberries as big as thumbs, they weren't his specialty. He really shined when it came to things like pumpkins, apples, squash, evergreens, things of that nature. It was different. But like pumpkin carving, pumpkin pies, and cider, he lived for the cool weather and the cool weather vegetables and foods that went along with it. But for now, his arms were laden with all kinds of spices, nutmeg, cinimon, allspice, all kinds of new fruits. His bees had done a good job, even if they took a little coaching. The sky then stretched the shadows to an inky blackness that arched across the sky, giving way to the star lit skies of night time where the crescent moon glinted above the tree tops. Jack looked at his watch before making his way to the coffee shop.
Turning his back, he pushed the door open with it in order to now smash his fingers between the door and the crates, again. He did that last week. It was not a pleasant feeling at all. "Terry are you here?!" He called as he tried to peer around the crate in his arms.
The shadows stretched long and the sky was painted with the hues of orange and reds and pinks. By the time Jack got done with four different varities of new hybrid apples, three baskets of blueberries, some strawberries, raspberries as big as thumbs, they weren't his specialty. He really shined when it came to things like pumpkins, apples, squash, evergreens, things of that nature. It was different. But like pumpkin carving, pumpkin pies, and cider, he lived for the cool weather and the cool weather vegetables and foods that went along with it. But for now, his arms were laden with all kinds of spices, nutmeg, cinimon, allspice, all kinds of new fruits. His bees had done a good job, even if they took a little coaching. The sky then stretched the shadows to an inky blackness that arched across the sky, giving way to the star lit skies of night time where the crescent moon glinted above the tree tops. Jack looked at his watch before making his way to the coffee shop.
Turning his back, he pushed the door open with it in order to now smash his fingers between the door and the crates, again. He did that last week. It was not a pleasant feeling at all. "Terry are you here?!" He called as he tried to peer around the crate in his arms.