Seras Nikita | Bog Dog

My hands were badly chapped that fall, the year we found Bog Dog. At least that I remember. The ground iced in early September, a month and a half early, and we had to dig the turnips from the earth with trowels. The soil was like pebbles of ice and the turnip tops were stiffened with freezing juice that re-froze on our hands as we sliced them off. | Copyright 2014 by Seras Nikita. Narrated by Paul Boehmer. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices