For a few days every fall the cranberry harvest takes place all over Cape Cod. Fields you unsuspectingly drove by all summer are flooded by hundreds of gallons of water and the small ruby-red berries are shaken off their shrubby branches, float to the surface and are corralled, like horses, on one side of the field where they eventually are gathered. To me this is an exercise in patience. It takes hours for the water to rise to the right level and the berries when picked are still not edible. But they are, indisputably, beautiful to look at.

©Sarah Girner