We were in a time of plenty. Plenty would seem a foreign concept within a few short months. I looked back on that time a lot and bitterly regretted every leaf, root and berry left ungathered. Every scrap wasted. It was a task too great for any one person. Had anyone thought to help me bring it all in, had they not deprived me of food, of fuel to do my work, we might have had more. Had enough. Things might have been different. Lives could have been saved.
