This afternoon I accompanied my mother to visit our rice plants in the fields.
Our rice plant grows fertile. Maybe for people who do not plant rice do not know how our farmers struggle in caring for our rice crops to become rice that is distributed throughout the country.
My mother named the plant "my son". They took care of him wholeheartedly.
When he came to the fields he seemed to talk to the plants. That's so funny. Just kidding😅
Our rice plants have begun to bloom. And is expected to harvest about a month away.
Hopefully it is blessed.