The Fields

The Fields are where The Farm breathes. In spring they're bare and full of possibility — just dark soil and the smell of rain and the feeling that anything could grow here. By summer the corn is taller than Farmer Brown's hat and the whole field rustles and whispers when the wind moves through it. Autumn brings pumpkins in every shade of orange, and the animals spend whole afternoons wandering between them, pretending to be lost. In winter the fields go quiet and still, covered in frost, waiting. Farmer Brown says the fields teach you patience — that you can't rush a harvest, can't hurry a season, can't skip the work and still expect the reward. The fields always prove him right.