This is, for those of you who don’t have the pleasure of seeing such a thing on a regular basis, a field of onions. It’s one block from Highway 99 (the 99 to you real Californians) on my way to work.
This is still weird for me, being from Fairfax County, Virginia, where the major crops are laws and influence.
A couple days in a row last fall, I watched this field getting planted (by hand) while waiting at the stoplight. Before that, I had driven by while they were cleaning the field from the previous year. It had been red onions, and they looked very dramatically bright and purple when piled up on the dull and sandy earth.
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