“That's why Mr. Solomon was out here on the farm: it was to build waiting sheds for the farmers,” I said, my voice carrying a note of pride as we approached the small gathering bustling with activity. The sun bathed the landscape in golden light, illuminating the lush green fields that stretched out before us, while a gentle breeze wafted through the air, carrying the delightful fragrances of freshly turned earth and vibrant wildflowers blooming in the fields. Each step we took seemed to resonate with the pulse of the land, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and purpose.
As we drew nearer, the outline of the waiting sheds came into view, emerging like steadfast guardians of the surrounding earth. These sturdy structures were designed meticulously to offer shelter to the f
