Harvest Time
In rural of Missouri, the silence is usually disturbed by only the chirping of the songbirds and the chattering of the squirrels. It’s now harvest season for the local farmers. The silence is broken by the noisy rumblings of the grain haulers as they travel the country road that passes by the front edge of my property. The air is filled with the dust of the summer as the corn fields are mowed, leaving in their stead, the stubby remnants of the dried stalks. The dust then settles on my newly scrubbed deck and freshly washed car. Sigh! The trade off for not living in the crowded city. If given the chance, I would make the same choice.
The rhythm of agriculture, blending in with nature... peace-giving, even when we know storms come, they pass. Sometimes those storms are devastating, and take time for recovery, but the cycle goes on. Altered, but onward. Sending vibes of peace and wishes for a good Sunday and week ahead!
ReplyDeleteThe storms are a great challenge. With challenge comes the opportunity for growth. It makes recovery and the peaceful times more precious.
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We too are surrounded by farms and fields and as we drive we see them being harvested. Although yup, things get pretty dusty I, too, would not change it for anything in the world. Have a wonderful day!
ReplyDeleteFarm dust is so different from city dust. That sounds laughable, but in my opinion, it's true.
ReplyDeleteFarm dust is the result of the hard work that sustains life.
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Even though I live in the city we're at the border and I have nothing but land behind us with farms. I wouldn't want to live closer to downtown. It must be peaceful living that way with the farms around. (((BIG HUGS)))
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