Happiness - Finding Beauty in Unexpected Places Contributes to Happiness
By: nikky Howard
Submitted: 2010-07-05 04:19:03 | Word Count: 608
Want to measure in happiness? Listen to your world and you'll find beauty all around you.
I live within the country, more specifically in farm country. Right currently, I look out my windows and see fields of hay, oats, alfalfa and sugar beets. Peaceful scene, especially after I pretend the flowing irrigation water (I live in the high desert of southwest Idaho) may be a river.
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I really like the peace and quiet out here. Makes for easy writing and making art in all types of media.
Except when I hear the rumbling. The first time this year it took me a few moments to recollect just what that loud sound was...the plane that sprays the fields.
As a health fanatic, I positively do not like that the fields all around my house get sprayed with chemicals. Fortunately, this point the wind blew removed from my house therefore I'm pretty positive none of that mess fell in my yard or on my very own garden. (If folks had any clue how many chemicals go into their unnatural food they would get organic without thinking twice!)
The wind blows constantly up on my ridge so I continually ask the Universe to direct the wind far from here when that plane roars on to the scene.
Possibilities are you never had the privilege of watching a crop duster. I never thought I wanted to. So I was stunned, even taken aback, as I watched the pilot maneuver over the fields. It had been abundant like watching a ballet. The sphere closest to me lies next to phonephone lines thus the pilot has to barely clear those lines so as to urge low enough to spray the crops.
He sweeps over the sector therefore low it almost looks like he is driving a car. Then quickly he raises the nose of the plane in time to clear the electrical lines. He makes these wonderful curls and turns to come back again.
Watching the farm season provides such an education for me. That plane solely sprays one field at a time. Every crop is planted and harvested consistent with its own schedule. No wonder people go to school to study husbandry. I had no plan how a lot of goes into being a farmer who raises commercial crops.
Here in cattle and horse (and sheep, goat and alpaca country) many of the fields grow hay. Man is such a genius. They have a bit of farm machinery for every task that desires doing.
Apparently on was harvest time for the first hay cutting. Oh how delightful that fragrance is - all along the road with field after field of contemporary-cut hay. As I drove through the countryside heading into town I saw hay bales in al sizes from small enough to raise to enormous bales they carry with the tractor.
The extremely neat half is at some point the hay gets block then left briefly to dry. Then a machine comes along that scoops up the hay and (Are you ready for this?) puts out neatly tied bales right in the sector!
Farming is an art and the method makes for a very beautiful dance - when you decide on to determine it that way. How lucky am I to witness what most people never see?
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