We attached sturdy strings with delicate hands. Twirling and twisting and clipping- carefully controlling the future movements, moments, maturation. Farmers are puppeteers, practicing and perfecting an ancient art form. Suspended and manipulated, we speak through the plants, they tell our stories and whisper our secrets. As with many things, the one controlling ends up being controlled. Our puppets take on a life of their own. After all, we set them up that way.