Another field passes. Little green tops of plants show through the dirt.
"What are those?" Twisty asks.
"Beets, probably sugar beets," I inform her.
"Nah, probably not," HM WeenerMan counters, "The closest sugar mill is up state too far. My guess would be Rutebegas, parsnips, or some other root plant like that."
"Rutebegas? Parsnips?" I ask.
"Maybe even brussels sprouts," WeenerMan comments.
I scratch my head, "Out here? I could see someone growing a few in the garden, but a whole feild out here, what would they use them for?"
Suddenly Twisty has a hushed look on her face, she reaches into a grocery bag, "Here, have a can of murky green pop."
None the wiser, both Weener-Man and I accept a can, and gladly thank Twisty.