THIS IS THE FIRST of the two biggest months in Lowcountry farming, with about nineteen crops coming to harvest. There was a time, not so long ago, when, in June, kitchen lights came on at 3 am. An hour later, even before first light, the fields were crowded with workers. By daybreak the skies were again darkened, this time by dust as tractors ran up and down the rows, cutting, beating or digging. By 11 am, the sun had gotten the best of even the hardiest, so work shut down. Farmers relaxed with iced tea on screened porches until dinner, the midday meal in the South served at 1 pm. An hour or so afterwards, the fierce heat began to subside. Then it was back to the fields, digging, cutting or picking. Activities went on until dark. Today, many of the old farms and fields are housing subdivisions. Most of the farmers are gone. A few hold out. God bless them.