It was time for the annual harvest, and Farmer Reed gathered all his sons together to begin the job.
“Get the tools together and be back in 15 minutes,” he ordered.
Ed, the eldest, grabbed the keys to the tractor and waited smugly for the next 14 minutes.
Jimmy, the middle child, returned punctually with gloves and a wheelbarrow full of empty crates.
Six minutes later, Leon, the youngest of the brothers, trickled into the barn, dripping an inky black trail and wielding an eating implement.
Leon smiled proudly. “I got the pitch fork!” he said
Photo: Public Domain Pictures
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Hi, there! My name is Stephanie and I’m a Fresno, CA native. After studying at Biola University, I received my MLIS (Masters in Library Science) from San Jose State University. I live with my mom, poet Kimberly Vargas Agnese, and serve as her unofficial agent. We reside at MeadowArc, a food forest in its infancy.
I am called to, and passionate about, purity. In fact, the name Agnes means “pure.” Before I was born, my mom felt led to include the name Agnes in her name, and in the names of her children. My full, hyphenated name includes 26 letters (but not the whole alphabet).
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