Wednesday, August 28, 2019

nostalgia


 July/ 12/  69
I had a wonderful opportunity the other day to go with a friend to harvest bajara at her friends farm. Her father  was worried about late blight so he was harvesting the crop early. As we were in the field cutting down the plants with draties and clearing the row a huge storm blew in. Rain, thunder, lighting and dark stormy clouds. We decided it best to not hold the metal cutting equipments in the middle of a flat field and headed to the chhan(shed). We rode out the storm in the chhan, talking and eating watermelon and watching the chhan swallows swoop in and out for a quick dip in the rain.
After a while the storm cleared and the rain stopped so we headed out to the field and we were greeted with a beautiful rainbow, which turned into a double rainbow. We finished clearing the row and my friend’s father pulled his plow along turning the soil and popping up the roots. We, along with a family complete with 3 rambunctious girls who thoroughly enjoyed the water pools and mud created by the rain, harvested at least 1 acre bajra crop from the field  under a beautiful double rainbow.
For my work I was rewarded a sense of connectedness with the earth, a wonderful evening with friends and a many watermelons and kakdis.
 xoxo 

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