Description
When we arose, the sun had not yet begun to send its warmth through the rich brown earth of this southern Indiana farm. However, we were to plant potatoes and had a big day ahead. Soon the equipment was ready, and off I ran beside the horses, loving every particle of soft, red dust that played between the toes of my bare, brown feet. The road to the field was covered with this powdery, fine dust. It was my childhood obsession to make footprints, handprints, and pictures in it.
Recommended Citation
Jackson, Norma
(1942)
"The Feel of the Soil,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 9
:
Iss.
2
, Article 20.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol9/iss2/20
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