Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - The Cornucopia of Plenty (Premium)
Episode Date: November 26, 2020This is a preview episode. Get the full episode, and many more, ad free, on our supporter's feed: https://getsleepy.com/support. The Cornucopia of PlentyTonight, TK tells the story of a girl who saves... her town's annual harvest festival. 😴 Sound design: crickets chirping. About Get Sleepy Premium: Help support the podcast, and get: Monday and Wednesday night episodes (with zero ads) The exclusive Thursday night bonus episode Access to the entire back catalog (also ad-free) Premium sleep meditations, extra-long episodes and more! We'll love you forever. ❤️ Get a 7 day free trial, and join the Get Sleepy community here https://getsleepy.com/support. And thank you so, so much. Tom, and the team. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Imagine a crisp autumn day. A cool breeze sends the last few leaves,
falling from nearby barren trees.
The change in colors recently passed its peak.
The once bright and burnt colors of autumn
are beginning to fade to brown and gray.
Imagine long tables in the center of an old village. They are covered in pumpkins, corn
and squash, surrounded by friends and neighbors, mothers and daughters, fathers and sons, grandparents and grandchildren.
In the middle of these tables,
sits a large cornucopia made of woven reeds.
The narrow end of the basket stands nearly two feet off the table.
As it curves down gently, it widens and opens. At its broadest point, it's nearly as big as the table itself. Altogether,
it covers half the table's length.
During the annual harvest festival, this cornucopia is filled to the brim with the fruits
of the season's harvest.
Peas, potatoes, squash, horn, and beans overflow from the front. And in front of that bounty, sit the pies.
So many pies, apple pies, pumpkin pies, become pies, and pies you have probably never
heard of before.
All rich and full of flavor.
But despite all this, there's one clear star of the harvest table, Sweet Potatoes.
Every year, it's piled high with every kind of food you could possibly make from Sweet
Potatoes. you could possibly make from sweet potatoes. Sweet potato bread, sweet potato
puddings and pies, candy sweet potatoes and mashed ones too. That's because this
town is known for its famous sweet potato crop. At harvest time the brown and
orange banners go up.
The sweet potato decorations cover every corner of town.
The townspeople send invitations to neighboring villages,
decorated with tiny drawings of sweet potatoes.
And those neighbors come from far and wide
to see what kinds of strange and delicious sweet potato creations can be found in the Cornucopia.
Along with the usual goodies, last year's feast featured sweet potato ice cream, sweet potato cake, with carrot and ginger icing.
Rose did sweet potatoes with sage, sweet potato soup with cinnamon cream,
and personal sweet potato candies, dusted with powdered sugar.
But this year, something is different.
It's the evening before the harvest festival and the cornucopia sits empty.
There are no vegetables, no fruits, no luscious desserts. There's nothing on the table with the large woven cornucopia, and that is what bothered
Amelia.
Every year, Amelia looked forward to the harvest festival.
It was her favorite holiday in her favorite month, in her favorite season.
She looked forward to the feasting, of course.
But what she enjoyed most about the festival
was her whole community coming together
in celebration of a year's hard work.
It was a happy time for her village.
Everyone laughed and smiled.
This year, seemed that happiness was a long way off, for one simple reason.
There were no sweet potatoes.
Amelia knew the sweet potato harvest wasn't as great as it had been before.
They hadn't grown as big as last year.
They weren't as plentiful as two years ago.
The ones that did grow were small and withered.
There weren't even enough to make a single pie.
Nobody seemed to know why, either.