We 'pick' our own poison, don't we (?).

I'd signed up for 'asparagus season',...
Then came straw-berrys,
...cherrys,
....plums,
.....black-berrys, (oucH!)
......walnuts,
......apples.
The first 'heavy Frost', is calling everybody home.

'Pickin' 's bit like Buskin'...
very 'weather-ly'.
Rain and Sun are needed,
...but NOT during 'the pickin' '.

Someone once said: "Busking is a young man's game."
...they never 'picked'.
I've NEVER felt 'older'!
but....

The Busker's Life,
is a 'chosen thing'.
....that goes BOTH ways.......
A Picker's Life,....?
....i often thought:
You're CONDEMNED to(!).

,...next year,
You'll find me on the Streets(!).
🎶 I'm ready to grow young again! 🎶

What was,...IS,
really great about pickin',
is the comradery.
Bulgarians, Romanians, Ukranians,...me(!),..
Good work,
is a great equalizer.
At the end of the day,
we were all the same.
Tired!
Still, everybody waited, for one-another,
at the end of a shift.
No one left the field,
'til every-one finished their load.
I liked that.

And,
'Tired' is a great way to SAVE money(!).
....winter can come!

Still: Pickin', like Buskin',
you really meet the meat.
The folks 'doing',
tell great storys,
sing funny songs,
smile that crooked kinda' smile,
...and get up every day.

I'm going to tell folks:
Pickin' is my second profession. (!) 🙃

I hope all you other Sidewalk-sniffers are having,...had(!),
a good one.
The Pickers, I was with,
always wished one another:
"No wurms. No misquitos." (😊)

....it's nice having time,
to read(!) again! 🤓
Forwards!..!
gallagher

It is great to hear your stories again. Where will you spend the Winter?

Hopefully there will be no frost where I’m heading.