M�ire's Harvest

EAST CLARE, 1852.

People have begun to say the worst is over.

Máire Ó hAodha does not trust the saying. She trusts the soil, the weather, and the work of her own hands. On a narrow holding, with a child in her care, she has made a life from what hunger left behind.

The estate begins to take notice.

A man comes with questions. A name is entered in a ledger. The road outside the house is never quite empty now.

Nothing happens all at once.

Máire keeps to the field. The crop is coming on. The walls a...