Sunday, December 30, 2012
So, why burlap? It brings memories of my childhood. September, the harvest season. Farmers coming to town to the local market with potatoes, onions, cabbage, carrots, amazing apples, and beautiful flower bouquets. Trucks and horses are everywhere, farmers calling in every buyer and showing up their potatoes. My dad goes to the market and buys 8-10 burlap sacks of potato for the winter season for us and for my aunt Molly's family. When the potato sacks are finally delivered to our apartment, we helped my mother to assemble them in the kitchen cabinet. First, we have to remove the two lower shelves, then the side walls we would cover with wood, and after the new facility arrangements, we would be ready to remove the potatoes from the sacks. The potato sacks will become useful to care woods for the fire stove as soon as the cold weather will hit us later, in the fall. The smell of the fresh potatoes and burlap sacks is a smell of the childhood that brings back the memories.