Day 2192

Saw a gang of raiders enter the district last night. Mostly just looking to score some supplies, I think. Didn’t hear any gunshots or any fight of any kind. Lucky. Now if the rains would cooperate, I’d really be lucky. Still, I look to have a decent harvest in a few weeks.

It’s my third year of farming since the collapse happened. I like to think I’m getting better at it but there’s an old expression about farms that you reap what you sow, and sow what you reap, so you never really get anywhere. A lot of days I know what this means, but on the good days it seems like as admirable way to pass the time as any other.

Things could be worse, I guess is what I’m saying.

Anyway, the bulbs are coming in nicely and it should be another good harvest soon. I guess for now that’s all I have to worry about, and also everything I should be thankful for. I pulled one of the young bulbs out of the ground and took a look at it.

I bit into it and tasted the fresh, too-new onion taste in my mouth. One bite a day until a new Shrek movie is released. One bite a day, even when we’re living through the end of the world.