Harvest: the worst time of year crops have to go through. The horrors I've heard compare to no other, and the gruesome details rattle me to my core. One morning you wake up, and all you have ever known is ripped from the ground by the roots. I'm a simple ardichoke, and my time has come to be harvested by the two-legged beast who dresses in faded overalls. I've seen the process, and I know what I'm in for - the question is: what will become of me once I'm torn from my cozy home on the farm? ©ardichokes4lyfe 2015 http://ardichokes4lyfe.weebly.com -Allichoke Hipster -Grape McDonald -Lana Banana