OCTOBER HARVEST
For the Sensational II Challenge
In the fresh air, the earthy smell of newly turned soil overpowers our nostrils at the beginning of the day; later, we will get a whiff of Grandma's freshly made pies.
Looking around the potato field, the rows appear to go on forever with no end in sight.
Breaking the silence, we hear a sonic boom from the aircraft high in the azure sky and the sudden, startling, and ear piercing sound subsides.
Digging in the dark moist soil, it brushes against our skin and our hands reach out and touch the stem tuber vegetable; picking potatoes, no one is uptight.
Working in the potato field, the manual labor produces an appetite; the first bite of warm baked bread with apple butter tastes so good, which isn't a surprise.
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Babs Iverson
Barbara J Iversen, also known as Babs Iverson, lives in Texas and loves her grandkids to the moon and back. After writing one story, she found that writing has many benefits especially during a pandemic and a Texas-size Arctic Blast.
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Comments (20)
bread with apple butter tastes so good,,thank you for share this experience
so vivid apple butter sounds yummy.
You painted such a vivid scene, I wanted to be there!! This was just wonderful, Babs!!
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Excellent poem; I can imagine smelling that pie.
This place sounds like heaven.
This is really nice, it captures the harvest moment, luv it. ♥️
Great idea. Here in Canada our thanksgiving is to celebrate harvest. It’s October 14
So lovely, Babs! This really transported me!
Beautifully written Babs! This made me want some apple butter! Well done!!
I can heel the satisfaction of the first bite after a day of hard mak😁
Mmmm, I wish I can have some of that bread. Loved your poem!
Well-wrought! I have many fond memories of the pumpkin patch. I even fondly recall my mother chiding me for eating apple butter right out of the jar. "It's too rich, Rommi!" she said. I am still inclined to disagree!
Wish we could celebrate Halloween in full here. We have something similar....the Hungry Ghosts Festival that just concluded! Beautiful, Babs.
This is beautiful,.my friend. Well done.
ooh this is lush & gorgeous 😇
A lovely poem, Babs 💕
great and timely entry
Ah harvest time on the praries, now that is a solid memory
This brings back warm memories of the country life. Marvelous entry, Babs!