Onion Harvest

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The onions were ready today. They lifted easily from their moorings, a sure sign of ripeness. I pulled them all and laid them out to dry in the bed where they'd grown. We're in for a rare and precious stretch of clear, dry weather, perfect for their two-day cure. After, I'll pull them inside. I haven't decided whether to braid them or lay them on screens, as the old farmers counsel.

It takes a lot of room, harvest. It takes a lot of time. It yields great reward.

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