by beeprint

[all the goods – clean and shiny and ready for market]

[polishing up the apples real shiny like]

[the most beautiful shed that ever was]

[farmers watching a storm roll in]

every spring i have flashbacks to the two summers that i lived and worked at broadwing farm in hot springs, nc. a vivid nostalgia that takes me back to weeding, picking greens when it was still dark out, digging potatoes, and the reward of early evening swims in the pond. there really isn’t a better way to spend a summer. or better people to spend a summer with. it was divine.