The crops rise up towards the sun, drinking up the water from the soil and the goodness of the earth. The fields overflow with spring salad bounty.
When we eat all these greens, our bodies are filled with their vital energy.
We laugh in the fields, we sweat. We tell stories and sing songs.
We bend over to pick, fill our bins and carry them back to be washed and chilled.
The harvest becomes a rhythm.
The birds and the weeds join in the rhyme.
What satisfaction to witness the fruits of our own labor. And to lie down at night and sleep very very soundly.
The crops rise up towards the sun, drinking up the water from the soil and the goodness of the earth. The fields overflow with spring salad bounty.
When we eat all these greens, our bodies are filled with their vital energy.
We laugh in the fields, we sweat. We tell stories and sing songs.
We bend over to pick, fill our bins and carry them back to be washed and chilled.
The harvest becomes a rhythm.
The birds and the weeds join in the rhyme.
What satisfaction to witness the fruits of our own labor. And to lie down at night and sleep very very soundly.
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