Weather Beaten Faces

This year the farmers are celebrating the greatest full moon harvest they ever had in the past hundred years with a special field they sowed to be reaped before the arrival of winter, in the meantime, off in the distance the church bell rings by way of a clapper who strikes the bell with a farmer's hammer signaling to the villagers it's time for work they all line up in procession with grit and determination with weather beaten faces turned into rawhide skin, with shovels over their shoulders they march to the beets and to the yams to the fields loaded with rich phosphorus deposits that washes down from the hills into streams that irrigate the crops into super giant beets and yams the size of watermelons just bulging out of the rich soil, the farmers came to dig and dig. They worked fast and furiously to beat the first frost digging reaping and piling up the yams and the beets into several mountain peaks of yellows and purple