How It Feels to Work Hard

When we, the WWOOFers, went in for lunch at noon, I’d always bring two wheelbarrows full of carrots with me, pushing the carts with my dirt-caked hands. A lot of the carrots were misshapen, covered in soil, or sprouting roots, but I had pulled each one out of the ground myself. After four hours on my knees, I could feel the morning’s work in my body, sore and warm from the beating Tennessee sun.