Write an opening line for the winter farm-themed picture as we continue to celebrate the release of Edith’s book Farmed and Dangerous.
Julie: The plants looked good, really good. Maybe it was the fresh plastic that kept in the heat, but let in the light. Or perhaps the melted snow had magic properties. She suspect it was the decision to use her ex-husband as fertilizer. No matter what it was, it was a bumper crop, for sure.
Jessie: The ad on Craigslist read “Cozy home with spacious sunroom.” When Bonnie complained that a broken-down camper and makeshift greenhouse weren’t what she had imagined Clyde pointed out it had also read “No questions asked.”
Liz: My grandmother wasn’t answering her doorbell, but there was an eerie light emanating from her creepy greenhouse out back. Something told me not to go in there, but I had to see if she’d finally disposed of my grandfather once and for all.
Sherry: The thaw was occurring faster than the decomposition. Time to hookup the camper and move on.
Edith: Jimmy slogged through the snow toward the high tunnel. I hoped the levitating cement blocks would cue him in to the danger. But the aliens had taken over those formerly inanimate forms just liked they’d taken over me. Jimmy didn’t have a chance.
Barb: And that was the last time we used Airbnb.
Readers: Add yours!