Oh the pain of plowing and the reward of reaping. Broken blisters cover the sewer’s hands as he works to break up the heat baked ground. He’s beat down by the scorching sun, there is no escape from the dusty hot air that his labor is producing. He works tirelessly from dusk till dawn, day in and day out to produce something that will not be enjoyed for months to come. The work is endlessly tiresome and grueling at best. For him, the end is not yet in sight, for breaking the hard ground is the first part in this long process of sowing seed.