“Harvest is upon us, like hands bare giving with open palms, the first fruits, picked at dawn, who have fled the dark soils and roots, in favor of giving themselves to the hungry who stand in the sun, becoming martyrs for the sake of their love.
I pull each vegetable from the womb of the earth, gently washing away the dirt, prepping each carrot with merit, each beet, I meet with smile, each onion with tears, my last nurturing touch, before they are sent to destinations unaware.
Says the mother to her parcel. My tilling of the ground produced the morsels which will sustain her household.
Says the child, who comes alive after his meal, father smiles knowing well, what they have eaten was real, watching his children play in their organic glow, saluting his wife with kisses, for avoiding GMO. His reward is in his family’s joy and all his wife’s reciprocated kisses, she whispers in his ear after dinner, please take care of the dishes.
Hello Fresh!” – Ricardo Hanley Jr.