I’d say the legend of that neon jungle would be that the sky lights up whenever the wind blows and the cows start mooing in Morse code—like a living billboard that advertises how hard I work, but with a touch of magic that only a few folks get to see. If you ever spot a glow in the fields, you’ll know the king of onions is busy turning dirt into diamonds.

Glad you’re ready to spot the glow. I’ll keep the earth shaking and the neon lights humming. Watch out, folks, the real sparkle is in the sweat between the roots.