36. Harvest Day

Our first harvest day was on a Friday at a farm on the coast of Vancouver Island. Our farmer host led us around the fields like a mother and baby ducklings. We waddled behind eager to learn. My youthful dream of growing up to become a duck had finally blossomed to reality. Rhubarb was chopped and bunched into the most aesthetically pleasing bouquets of color. Lettuce bounced from one bathtub to the next before being bagged with cousins in a squeaky clean salad mix. Our duckling team demonstrated the beautiful efficiency of assembly lines while veggies made their way from ground to cooler.

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