
It was only last June that I went out
gleaning for the first time. At Pat and Mike’s Garden, in Ellsworth, we were
greeted by a slobbery sweet dog and a cheerful invitation from its owner: “Take
that whole row of lettuce,” and “do you need to use the hose? Would you like
anything to snack on?” Katie and I spent a few hours amongst their beds,
getting our knees covered with dirt and salvaging the seconds greens not fit to
be sold. Once we finished filling our
yellow crates to the brim with fresh heads of lettuce we reluctantly left,
lingering to pat the dog on the head and hoping we could come back soon.