Today,
I will be harvesting potatoes. Though I have done it many times, I am
always struck by the beauty of the potato as I pull it up from the
Earth. We grow Cranberry Red's, and when they emerge, they are almost
luminescent. They are a deep red, almost purple, and the thin crisp
skin slices more like that of an apple.
As
I dig them out, my mind goes to what is like for people who rely on
the harvest for food. They take a perfectly good bag of potatoes, cut
them up into seeds, and plunge them into the ground. All this in the
hopes that the seeds will become plants, and the plants will produce
fruit, and the fruit would be enough to get them through to the next
planting season.
As
I sat in the deck this morning, Ant passed in front of me. First
moving North to South, the South to North. Ant and all it's members
fan out in many directions searching for food, communicating what
they find back down the line, and organizing to bring the food back
to their home. Once there it is shared with everyone.
When
Ant ventures out, finding food is a possibility, not an
inevitability. Sometimes Ant finds food. Sometimes Ant doesn't. The
bounty or the hunger is shared by everyone.
Today,
as I dig potatoes, I will be thinking about Ant, and the wisdom they
live by. That no one is entitled to abundance. That scarcity and
starvation are a part of life. We must share both when we need to,
because sometimes we bury the bag of potatoes, and Mouse eats them
all.
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