MY MARBLEHEAD FIRST TIME: A hunt for a harvest leads to a cranberry bog
Nearly a year into my Marblehead sojourn, I think harvest is the time of year I miss being back home the most. That time of year when a whole year's worth of planning and sweat come together in a few glorious weeks, and all that matters is bringing in the harvest.
Crimson carpets of cranberry fields evoke bittersweet memories of harvests past. COURTESY PHOTO / COURT MERRIGAN
Harvest is when you find out if you come up snake eyes or money ahead. Did the yields come in like you thought, will commodity prices tank, will the weather hold and the combine not break down before the job is done? As any farmer will tell you, the answers are likely to be no, yes, no, and of course not, respectively. My grandpa used to say that a farming life is just 40 rolls of the dice, if you're lucky.
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