Harvest Race

A green giant lumbering through the cotton field, the picker races the wind, the rain, and the ever-nearing woes of Winter. Albino fireflies of lint swarm around his monstrous frame wildly dancing on the cool breezes and brilliant beams of ever-changing light that follow him through his long days. The giant tortoise runs the Harvest Race with slow and steady precision leaving a vast graveyard of stalks in his wake. The wind and rain of seasonal storms run through the fields at lightening speed teasing him with their agility but eventually fall to the ground short of victory.

Weather slows the season but won't completely stop the patient progression of Harvest in the Missouri Bootheel.