I didn’t need to see what was being harvested my eyes and nose told me without looking. Just like peeling onions in my kitchen the air was full of the smell of onions and my eyes were stinging. I guess the farmer must get used to it.
Paintings and Prints of the East Anglian Coast
I didn’t need to see what was being harvested my eyes and nose told me without looking. Just like peeling onions in my kitchen the air was full of the smell of onions and my eyes were stinging. I guess the farmer must get used to it.