“Canning mushrooms after ldsfhcsr,” the markerboard in the kitchen read.  It was actually a Hutterite-German word for the colony’s breakfast, but I don’t know the word.  Even if this wouldn’t have been an awesome opportunity for the video crew that was working with us, I knew I wanted to help.

Two full pallets full of flats of mushrooms awaited the ladies in the kitchen basement.  They would be cut, washed, cooked and canned in a matter of a few hours. I was handed a knife and got to work.

Stories and songs flowed in and out of English and High German mixed with lots of laughter as they worked together.

I made it through 2.5 boxes in about 45 minutes, then I had to go to a meeting.

I cherish every chance to help and spend time with the women of Crystal Spring, even and especially if my hands do smell like the earth when it’s over.