Farming at the end of the day

Farmers can be peculiar.  They have more faith than anyone else.  Whenever they farm, they are pretty much going by with the idea that the rain would come to irrigate their crop, there would be no pestilence and hopefully the local bad characters would not steal any of their produce.  I’m not sure I could be a farmer.

The person in picture supervised the reapers working on the rice field at San Antonio, Culasi.  When I look at this person, I see contentment.  Seems to be a virtue that is getting more difficult to find by nowadays.     

Hope your day is going well.