Potato harvest

Yesterday's I had the pleasure to meet with my family and some of their mates to harvest potato on my grandparents land.

This is a thing that I always needed to go to since I was a child. In the internet you can find some description about it but let me tell you my relationship with the harvest.
So because we have a quite big field at my grandparents village we usually need to wake up early. The time always differs since some other mates help us too. Yesterday we went there at 8 am. I thought that it will be just my mother, her lifemate, my brother and me. My grandparents have health issues so they will probably sit this one out. We had luck because one of our uncles - we call a tone of people uncle/ aunt who is a somehow related to us- came to harvest his potatoes too with 2 hired man. My grandpa opened up the land/acre (sorry I don't know which word is the best for it) and there were the potatoes. It is a simple work but because you need to bend your back a lot it can be hard after some hours. This time was amazing I could do a lot and we ended with it at 11:30. We filled nearly 24 sacks with potatoes. And they were big too.

The work went faster each time one of us found some potato which shape was interesting. It resembled a head, a heart ❤️, a pipe  or a duck 🦆.

My grandma always bakes for these occasions her apple pie and some other milk-loaf( filled with nuts for example)
This is great to bite into when you want a break. 
The most important reason why I love this, even though I hate working a lot , is that my family is together and we see eachother. This is a great bonding time. And I know that most of the people can't experience this in their life. I appreciate living in a village for this even though the people like to gossip here a lot.

I hope you liked this entry. Have a nice whatever 😊