The cone-hatted ladies converge on the plantation, a spreading swarm, picking the fresh green leaves, tossing them over the shoulder into a backpacked wicker basket, leaving behind a flattop trimmed tea shrub. The mid-day rains drive away the pickers for a short time, but they'll be back, squeezing between dripping tea trees, their skirts saturated with the cold morning rain that will steam off into a muggy afternoon.
tea pickers
head back to the fields
after mid-day rains
Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc.
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
I love the picture you shared and the poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
thanks
LikeLiked by 1 person