Change of Prayers

As one season begins, another fades away. Hues of orange and brown replace the green fields of summer. Final blooms of white whither and fall to the ground like unfinished works of art that never will become what they were meant to be. The cotton plants now boast all the bolls that they will bring into harvest. The need for water fades just as autumn showers begin to fall on already open tufts of cotton. The fickle nature of farming demands a change of prayers as picking season approaches.

The farmer rolls up the polypipe, closes up the wells, puts away the pumps, and hopes that heaven takes a cue and that nature's sprinkler system won't flood the fields with too much rain during the harvest.