Edith* comes back from the field rosy-cheeked and smiling. "We're done with transplanting, so we're going to start pulling potatoes." She looks enlivened despite the sweat and heat. Summer hasn't bogged her down yet. She heads off with Gerome to lead the rest of the field crew in the potato patch.
"I can go help them if you need," Madison says as they're leaving. She's stuck up front, processing produce for market tomorrow with a small crew. I know she prefers the field, and she's being a good sport about volunteering for whatever we need. She busts out salad mix washing by herself, sprays rounds of beets, sorts onions-- and all the while she's imagining her hands in the soil, across from someone else crouched low to the ground, sun on her back, the satisfaction of seeing a freshly transplanted bed. She stays in processing, because we need her up front today.
Meanwhile, Abby is off in the CSA shed with Jen all day, bagging salad mix and cleaning up leftover produce. She takes her break and lunch late because we forget that she's over there, forget to call her off. But she seems happy in the shade and ease of preparing CSA totes-- unlike Madison, she'd be dreaming of cleaning onions if she were stuck out in the field hoeing or planting.
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