The Wanderer

Most people know that wandering through the desert often leads to insanity. The wanderer's mind cracks, leaving a gap between illusion and reality: "Is that water?! No, it's a rock."  "That's most certainly water! Nope, a lizard that looks like a rock." 

Planting cotton, I've found, is similar. It's like wandering through a GPS-mapped desert. I've been on this feild for two full days, 26 hours, and I'm still not done. I think I'm about to crack, so you can read this as a farewell-to-Sarah's-sanity post. 

Unlike the poor desert wanderer, I'm not looking for water. I have my water jug (he's a friendly sort, very chatty).

Instead, I'm looking for the end of the field. And trees. And signs in the trees (bye-bye, sanity). 

This specimen, for example, is undoubtedly a sign meaning that the end is near.

That's all.