While digging up what some Germans would call earth-apples, not only was I murmuring one of my favourite poems, but thinking of how painful it was to plant them, not knowing at the time there were some litres of water bubbling in my lungs. And although I felt this time the digging took ten times longer, I felt thankful. A good harvest it was, much better than in 2010.
Same goes for apples, pears, walnuts, of which some got harvested this afternoon.
Not to speak of plums, beans, onions, carrots,
Kohlrabi etc., and ... all these delicious tomatoes.
An urban dweller might, of course, not know
how fruits and vegetables do taste
that have not been spiced with insecticides and pesticides.
