Potato Harvest
They are harvesting in the potato field now. The adjoining stubble is fawn. The oats are off the far hill, the bit of wheat safely under cover, and the potatoes are beginning to be ready. The main crop may be a while yet, but here, where the second earlies were put in, the harvest awaits. By the time it is over, the main crop will have been lifted too. There is not the same urgency in the potato field that there was in the oats. So long as the rain keeps off and the digger doesn't break down, it is a steady job, lifting and bagging, carrying cans to and fro. Hardly anyone bothers to ask for overtime and the work suits the season. In the morning a mist rises with the sun and partridges burst out of the furrow and fly over the hedge. There is a slight chill in the air when the sun is off the hollow and the shadows of the trees are stretching over the field. The untidy mess will be gone when the haultris are burnt and the tractor comes in to plough again.
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