Where have all the flowers gone?

[Ezekiel]

The Field smelled of fresh, disturbed earth, premeated with a slight chemical smell and rainfall. Daniel removed the soaked bandanna from his forehead and surveyed the newly planted field, a new tractor just finishing up the job. Daniel ran a dirtied hand through his curly black hair, strands of it sticking up from mud and sweat. He wringed his young yet aching hands to dispell the feeling of crushing pressure being exerted on them, a strange condition the doctors said had to do with circulation. His thin frame clashed with the husky and muscular field workers all around him, but his dark skin affirmed his assumed kinship with them.
"Danny, you ready to head home man?"
Daniel wiped his face and turned, "Almost Manuel, Just need one more thing."
Manuel nodded from the cab of his pickup and put on some music, tossing his blonde bangs out of his eyes while he sorted through the numerous scratched and overworked CDs crowding his cab floor. His blue eyes were red all around and irritated from the dust storm that had hit in the morning, a farmer's tan almost natural and expected with the thick coating of dust and dirt on him. He finally selected a rock tune and pushed the volume till the loose items in the vehicle vibrated, then turned back to the field to search for Daniel.
Daniel crept down the slight embankment into the field and gripped a handfull of fresh dirt, using his bandanna like a makeshift bag. He climbed back up the slope and ran to the rickety truck Manuel kept revved up after each day of work. He relaxed in the padded seat and watched the other workers climb into the migrant busses, their bright white painting clashing with the faded yellow light the setting sun cast over everything.
"To think next week it'll be a whole new batch of em."
"Yeah... Always is."

(Introduction, this will follow the lives of two friends in a farming community in Southern California, it will show some hidden sides of Californian Culture and a perspective of farm workers and migrant life some of you dont care to know or feel comfortable to know really exists, Just an intro, next installment will be longer.)

[kayle]

Sounds kinda interesting.  My family owns a ranch down here in Texas, so I'm no stranger to ranch and farm work.  Migrant workers, not so much though.