I could feel the frost coming on tonight, so I picked the last of the nearly-ripes by moonlight. My effort may be futile; they say only a vine can ripen this properly. And I’ve had far more than my fair share. It just seems such a waste to throw it away without trying. We’ll see how it goes.
Not a legend but the name was fun. This is just the random stuff I've thought about and want to remember. If you find it useful, hurray! If not, you'll know me better anyway.