How our hands and eyes delighted in that harvest,
how gladly we dragged our bulging gunnysacks to the wagon… a wagonful of potatoes!
Dark, crusted with dirt, soil ,earth, cool to the touch, good to eat even raw.
We plowed the shabby-looking field and turned up nuggets, plenty, abundance, more than enough to last through the winter, more than we needed, riches unimagined…”
(It’s nealy the end of August… the absolute height of the season, and we are all feeling the strain of too much too do and too little time to do it. So this week I’ve looked elsewhere for inspiring words. Till next week, Megan.) … click here to read full newsletter