We planted the last beds in the main field today. A pre-emanation that things will eventually come to an end. Sooner than all of us have imagined, fall will arrive, the dregs will be turned in, and cover crop seeds will be spread- tucking the fields in for winter.
After we transplanted the tiny seedlings into the rows, the whole group lay down in the furrows- shoulder sized walls of dirt mounted up on both sides. Nestled in the the dirt, eyes at plant height, staring up at the sky.
Toes full up, we lay in wait as our seedlings might- to be watered, to grow, and to start the cycle again.
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