Abundant Happiness from Harvesting Chestnuts

I love a good harvest. It makes me exceedingly happy. There is something about harvesting that conjures pastoral images saturated with bright gold, fiery ocher, and warm browns. Full, deep skies spotted with shifting clouds and low moons. A harvest heralds hard work, the kind of work that brings aches in the back and joints, fingers rubbing hands, hands rubbing necks. It compels eat and drink (those gold, ocher, and browns again) in measure. Words, too, abound: plentiful, abundant, ripe, and readiness. For some of us, a harvest has a revelatory nature, unearthing feelings of grace and thankfulness. I have farming in my blood. [...] Continue reading


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