An
unusually warm day, with afternoon sunlight low in the sky, casting everything
in a more golden sheen. It is remarkable how much the intensity has changed
from only just a month ago, though pleasing all the same as the landscape takes
on a soft, sepia-like feel.
The
tractor across the road was out, using tines to loosen the soil from underneath
an unpicked row of carrots. Strange to hear it now, when the fields have been
nearly buttoned up for the approach of winter.
| Sarah and I walked through the spruce line and up the row to join Larry, who was busy picking carrots and placing them discriminately into worn bushel baskets. The best were intended for the food bank, while the remaining were left rudely behind on the row surface, food for the deer or to decompose as next spring arrives. |
Working
the row was a pleasant affair, warm enough and with no wind that made the job
less a chore and more a chance to simply enjoy working in the soil. This will
end soon enough.
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