Harvest

As I skipped gently from the henhouse, to pigpen to smoke house, I felt that the days had never been as breathtaking as these. The air was clean breeze, I felt like I could taste the freshness of the air which made my nose twitch with delight. The harvesting of sweet corn, fluffy cotton, nutty goodness and a squash of all snaps and size sending a tremble of excitement dancing up my cheeks. Each day of harvest was a golden surprise. I felt flutter of excitement in my heart. Wait to see what the harvest I couldn’t would bring to day.