Fred
was out in the field late afternoon walking slowly up a singular turned row,
pushing an old hand planter. From my vantage point, it was a timeless image, of
farmer and antique implement working to plant radish seeds in the soil in
preparation for a possible late fall harvest.
It is
easy to imagine this same tool used in this same way and in this very field by
his father and his father’s father, the continuity of a commitment to this life
and this place, the cycle of the seasons played out over years of plantings,
growth, and harvest.
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