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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