Inktober day 6. The prompt was “Husky”, but I went with “Husk”.
weaving baskets for the harvest of summer
Summer’s winding down. Pumpkins, chilly fog, hoping those last tomatoes get a chance to ripen before the first frost.
I live in a place with lots of small farms. On my drive home I passed a couple of fields where they were cutting and baling hay. Thinking about harvest, even after this dry dry summer.
I was thinking about drought leading to loss of subsistence farming, after reading an article about the antecedents of the Syrian refugee crisis.
A terrible harvest.
as the day shortens the sun pours itself into the ripening fields
everyone knows that this year’s harvest comes from last year’s bones