Monday,
September 19th, 2016
Hastings,
Ontario
Beans
and Things
Brhat
and Nick took to tomato harvest. Keith
and Gordon went at rewinding the water-line and hose system, and I got at the
bean gathering. As I was about to start picking,
Gordon told a joke.
“You
know why you can never keep a secret on the farm?”
“No,
I don’t know.”
“Because the corn has ears, the potatoes have eyes and the beanstalk.”
“Because the corn has ears, the potatoes have eyes and the beanstalk.”
“Very
funny, Gordon. On that note, I’ll start
gathering the beans.”
There
is a fervent push now to get crops in.
Everything is a race against time, before the first frost hits.
In
regard to frost, I encouraged Gordon to try the wild grapes as we were trekking
the Trans Canada Trail before gardening.
He took a clump and put them in his mouth. Generally after the first frost, the grapes
are sweet, but even at this stage, before the light freeze, those grapes were
nice—tart but nice.
After
the laborious morning of farm-related tasks, lunch was to aspire for. Succulent it was. Then, most deserving, came the swim. I remember a limestone quarry in the area
with pristine water. Our crew’s eyes widened,
at the discovery, and soon their bodies wettened.
While
outdoor farm-life goes on, there is a constant contemplation over people I
know. Gangotri is a devotee who is in
her old age, dying. Another friend,
Yamala, has a dad who was in a serious auto accident. Prayers and thoughts are being sent.
May
the Source be with you!
7
km
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