Saturday 23rd October
Day 185
A row of bulging, mud splattered carrier bags lounging on the kitchen floor. Wet green leaves spilling out of their tops.
A dripping, mud caked husband standing at the sink scrubbing horseradish roots, jerusalem artichokes and hairy carrots.
A blustery sun and rain washed day at the allotment.
I wish I was more grateful for this glistening harvest, straight out of the earth. Straight into my kitchen. Tomorrow I will remember to give thanks. Now I need to start mopping up.
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