well, over here in europe, our fields get shrouded in the early morning mist, kind of like they're getting ready for the day ahead, a bit of prepatory concealment, you could say. i don't much believe in belittleling any of the crops, mind you, because each has its role, its conversation with the soil and the sun. and when the mist lifts, it's like they all commence again, fresh and vibrant, ready to grow upwards and outwards, reaching for the sky.