Coco reached the mountain almost immediately, jogging her way up through the uneven terrain with practiced ease and went to work after dropping her sling bag.
Coco kept the basket with her and knelt in the dirt, her hands digging carefully in the healthy and lush earth.
She has been working for almost three hours so her fingers were covered in grime with her shirt and hair slightly rumpled from her work.
The potato plants stood tall around her, their green leaves swaying gently in the breeze.
Coco's expression was blank, but focused, her eyes fixed on the task at hand as she was careful with each potato, her hands gently plucking the tubers from the ground and placing them in a basket beside her.
The excited and happy woman moved through the potato field with a skip, her hands moving quickly and efficiently as she harvested the potatoes.
She would kneel down, her fingers reaching under the plants and carefully extracting the tubers from the ground.
