As a diligent farmer, I manage my farm land, and specialized in sweet potatoes. I had a history of struggle and success. I inherited the land from my grandfather, who had always dreamed of turning it into a thriving sweet potato farm.
At the beginning of the raining season, i made ridges, then carefully prepare the soil, knowing that sweet potatoes required rich, well-drained earth. I would till the land, mix in compost, and make sure the soil was perfectly aerated. This attention to detail was crucial for a bountiful harvest.
As rain arrived fully, i planted the sweet potato slip young shoots grown from last year's harvest. The slips were nestled into the soil with care, spaced evenly to allow room for their vines to spread. Each morning, I would check on them, ensuring they received enough water and protection from pests.
Weeks turned into months, and the farm began to transform. The once bare land now showcased a vibrant carpet of green. The sweet potato vines sprawled out, their heart shaped leaves glistening in the sunlight. I marveled at the progress, knowing that this growth was the result of the rainfall, hard work and patience.
