Driving home Sunday, we saw this
very strange sight. My first reaction
was: Wow, there are rows and rows of
little haystacks in that field. But on
closer look, the haystacks turned out to be large burlap bags lined up like
sentinels and stretching out for a quarter-mile or so.
So we stopped. This was too curious to pass by. Pulling up alongside the field, I climbed out
with camera in hand, saw some shiny white round objects lying in the dirt, as yet
unbagged, and immediately pronounced “Potatos.
They’re digging up potatos and bagging them.”
Which, of course, was ridiculous
since, as anyone who’s been around potato harvests know, potatos don’t come out
of the ground already peeled and ready to cook. A few
steps closer and the unmistakeable odor gave it away. They were onions. Thousands and thousands of them, unearthed
either by a now-missing machine, or by hand.
Workers nearby were bagging them for transport.
This will definitely be somewhere in
a future bit of writing – both the phenomenon of the onion field’s appearance
and the give-away odor. It’s only a
matter of when and how (but myriad titles and genres are already springing to
mind). And, no, we didn’t take home any
samples.
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