Lace + Leather

*My right foot is still a little bit swollen from the bee sting.*

I only have a week and a half left at my job at the USDA office. I know all the faces of the eighty-some farmers I met will blur together, but some things I know I'll never forget. I know I'll ache for the carpet of clover, timothy, and queen anne's lace beneath my feet. I'll miss watching the corn stalks stretch out beyond their clay beds to reach the dome of blue sky. I'll miss the mud that cakes up in the crevices of my hands as I pool another soil plug. The dusty roads of my summer job, and even summer, will soon be behind me.