Husband's Harvest
Canon 5D Mark ll, 24-70 2.8L, 70mm focal length, 4.5 aperture, 1/125 shutter, 125 ISO
With one hand he pulls weeds from the loamy earth, now broken and forgiving from the tilling and sweat of his brow. With the other, he gleans the fruit of his labor. The harvest at last. He lifts a fistful for me to see. I smile, glimpsing the gleam of a golden band, dirty but shining. A symbol of our own commitment to sow and work, side by side. Contentment washes over me as I see him there, those beautiful blues picking up the color from his faded jeans. My Carolina boy, in his garden. A thunderstorm threatens in the distance. I will remember this moment. Him so proud, so peaceful, reaping the benefits of his diligence. The sun casts her last light of day across the tips of the corn stalks, and I breathe in the humid summer air, laden with the smells of life and growth. I love meeting him here, at the end of our driveway. At the edge of the garden. He gathers enough for us to taste the first beans of summer. We can’t wait to share them together.
Harvesting
Fruit of His Labor
Forgiving Earth
Last Light Dance
As I wash and snap the beans, I notice something sparkling in the water running over my fingers. I smile as I see my own ring shining there. Yes. Again I say yes. Yes to partnership in this dance. Yes to sowing, yes to toiling and a big yes to the reaping!
Just as I cut the water off and put the lid on the pan, I hear the mudroom door open and close. He is there, in that orange t-shirt and faded blue jeans. Farmer, husband, Carolina- boy of mine. “Yes”, I say it again. So glad he is mine. Loving the harvest.
Psalm 85:10-12 ~ “Love and faithfulness meet together; righteousness and peace kiss each other. Faithfulness springs forth from the earth, and righteousness looks down from heaven. The LORD will indeed give what is good, and our land will yield its harvest.”
Sparkling Reminder
2 Comments
Not all words are the same.
“yes” is a word stuffed with magic.
The miraculous growth that happens when a seed dies is similar to the fruitfulness of this word.
Our ‘yes’ to God, our ‘yes’ to each other, our ‘yes’ to the difficult cups of life are a cycle of death, burial and a re-newed life. We become more than we were through a well maintained and simple “yes”.
Thanks for 24 years of working on the “yes”.
PRECIOUS IN MY EYES. YES!!