Today is the first day of Summer. It’s also the first day of the Tuesday Farm Market in Corydon. Mr. Hambley was there, so the line was half-way down the sidewalk. He says you can sign up for his newsletter if you want to; he may eventually get one out. The newsletter was a son’s idea.
I scored some kale, cucumber, yellow squash and tomatoes. Other people bought cabbage, zucchini and onions. What I’m living for is his tiny eggplants, perfect for grilling. He says it’ll be a couple more weeks before he has them. I have to get there at 8:00, when he opens. There’s some other woman who swoops in like The Clever Little Pig before I can get there and buys them all up. I’ll just be a cleverer little pig than she is, and get there first! I’m not greedy. I’ll take some and leave some. That’s how I was raised. I’m not saying anything about that lady’s mother, I’m just saying I was raised to share.
The blues come in from the fact that this is the longest-day/shortest-night turn of the year. From now until mid-winter, the days will be getting shorter and the nights longer. I’ve been loving the early sunrise and the long evenings. I hate to drive at night, so I feel liberated by the extra daylight. Before dawn, with the sky gradually opening to my sight, is lovely, but driving when it’s getting dark and darker and just flat dark, is what I do not like at all.
WRITING PROMPT: Does your main character like or dislike traveling in the dark, or is he/she indifferent to it?