Ebullience. There is no word for Henry but ebullience, unless it is friendly, hospitable, hearty, tireless, or responsible. Henry does not stop. He is always going. Problems are opportunities. If the gear teeth strip on a drive wheel of his berry beater in the middle of the bog, Henry has it under the welder within a half hour and back in the bog in an hour. If the pull cord starter of his Furford picker pruner pulls out, Henry dismantles the apparatus in the field, and rewinds it in the sun, his face glowing with his exertions. If a visitor stops at the bog, Henry hails them with a smile and a welcome, and goes back to work.
Henry knows every ditch and drain in the 180 acres of the Handy bogs. Henry knows what to do next. Henry knows what everyone is doing.
Henry is the foreman, and the harvest would not happen without Henry.
Henry in the light
Henry's hands
Popping Berries
