Farcaster

Morning Harvest
The sun is barely peeking above the horizon as I step outside into the crisp morning air. Dew clings gently to the leaves, glistening softly in the early golden light. I breathe deeply and soak in the quietness of the farm around me, the fields still sleepy and peaceful. Today begins with harvesting rows of ripe tomatoes, their vibrant reds showing clearly through the green foliage. As I kneel to start picking, I notice some tomatoes hiding behind dense leaves, ripe and perfect, but just out of reach.