Country Man’s been combining corn this week. Into the fields early, home after dark. While I’ve become used to this schedule, a girl does get a little stir crazy in this old homestead of ours…
The under ground garden crops have been patiently waiting to burst out of their hiding place, in need of a big strong man to dig them out, to gently wipe the dirt off of their skins and place them softly into a basket for winter keeping . However, since that man is busy, this year they had to settle for a kinda big, kinda strong woman who often sacrifices small produce to hungry, sweet potato-eating dogs.
So the other day, with a potato fork and basket in hand, I looked hard labor straight in the face and began digging mounds of sweet potato plants. Over 100, to be exact.
Despite my good hair day, nice jeans, and three unhelpful helpers, I dug into the sandy soil.
It felt mighty good. With an aching back and bleeding fingernails, I dug 1/4 of the first row successfully.
And then I got hungry. Stomach eating itself type of hungry.
Just like God intended. Hard work, growling stomach, and at the end of the day, visible results of day’s work.
‘scuse the kitty behind.
But I best be going. Lots more where that came from…
… I’ve got plenty of digging to do. And on a full stomach, this time.