May began for me when I returned to Norway. Nearly all the snow had melted. I had left the land of winter and returned to a land of sudden thaw.
now that I have stood at your potato patch, and walked the grass near the naust, stood in your kitchen and eaten at your table, gotten to know your boys and Cassie this story hits close to my heart. and, I was blessed to be with your family when the sun shined and never set.
My husband is discovering that potatoes, onions, and garlic are the most successful plants in his gardens. Despite the squirrels nibbling on his expanding smorgasbord, the potatoes survive the chewed leaves and onions and garlic will be planted as guardians around the edges of the garden. I wish we had some of your rain .. NOT ALL ... just some. Good piece, Damon. earth and weather do indeed work their magic.
Loved hearing about your homeland and your way of life there Damon. Thank you.
Thank you, Damon, for your kind remarks. Sometimes I wonder if any of those "views" actually read the stuff because no one makes a comment. To be fair, I only just learned how to add "Leave a Comment" buttons, but still it's possible to comment after clicking the heart. So, thank you for verifying that someone reads and appreciates the stories. While Substack claims to be supported by paid subscriptions, the comments and feedback are even more important to writers, as you undoubtedly know.
Thank you for sharing a view into your world. I’m never left feeling disappointed after reading your stories, and I look forward to more.