Taking the pitchfork, pushing it in the ground with my right foot and then pulling it up with both my hands.
Then, a sudden vision appears: like shining gold, some potatoes pop up from the ground.
The first time I was digging potatoes I felt like I discovered a hidden treasure. Not only, I kept this sensation for all the working days where I’ve been digging potatoes.
Little, big, full of ground, almost clean, round, irregularly-shaped potatoes were the golden nuggets I brought everyday from the garden to the kitchen.
It’s a little but long and deep journey from the ground to inside you, inside your stomach.
The meditative act of digging potatoes was like a treasure hunt which also brought me the benefits of physical activity and contact with nature.
Golden potatoes and the nourishing Sun offered me a yellow painting full of energy and hope.