The harvest was a wild living thing that you were trying to tame while all the while it was dragging you behind, arms out, flailing, in the chase. But here was the miracle: Despite the chaos, the lack of planning, the bad feeling between Sherwood and my father, there was also an overriding unity of purpose, a reverence for the family history, a love for the soil within the property lines.
The passage reflects on the tumultuous experience of a harvest, describing it as a wild entity that one attempts to control, often leading to a challenging and chaotic pursuit. It highlights the struggle and effort involved, showcasing the emotional intensity of the endeavor as one tries to keep up with nature's unpredictable forces.
Amidst the chaos, however, there exists a profound sense of unity and purpose among the individuals involved. Despite...
