




Apples. Sunlight on water. Pumpkin pie. Sweet potato soup. Fresh corn. Wood. Dirt. Honey. Wool hats. Hard rain. Onions cooked a long time. Old songs. Hands. Acorns. Maple syrup. Stone walls. Wind. Fresh tomato sauce. Well-loved cast iron skillets. Gingerbread. Freshly-tilled fields. Mountains. Paperbacks. Rocking chairs. Chickadees. Red-tailed hawks. Salt marsh hay. Bright kitchens. Black tea. Dark beer. Dawn. Bluefish. Working muscles. Rising bread. Sunflowers. Sweat. Endless everyday love.
1 comment:
I remember lining the trays up like that so that hosing off was efficient. There were so many to do because Nate had not reminded us in a while that greenhouse people were supposed to take care of them.
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