Moments of grace

This morning, before dawn, I was out working.
The earth was frozen.
I spent a long time tending the land.
When it was nice and warm again in the sun, around 8, after my work,
I sat down on the ground to rest and admire nature around.

Suddenly, I could smell an onion-like scent.
I looked, and there, just next to the snow, was some small chive.
Yesterday still, snow had covered the place where it was growing.
Its first sprouts came as soon as the first rays of the sun touched the earth.
It was tasty.
I ate two small blades, but they are still pleasant deep in my throat, and the scent is persisting.

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