My Dad used to drive through country roads and when the fields would be fertilized
by fresh cow excrement, he would roll down his windows and take a deep whiff.
He would enjoy it and exclaim:
There is nothing like fresh country air!!
We of course thought he was crazy and giggled in the back seat, cringing our noses trying to block the
over whelming smell.
I could never figure out why he enjoyed it so until one day I grew up.
The innocent veil was lifted and the real world, as it truly is, was disclosed to me.
There was nothing innocent, pure, romantic, just or free about it.
No place to stand and breath fresh air by standing in stagnating systems and
people who sit all day to gossip, criticize and argue.
There was only one place on earth where you could still find
fresh air and
YUP
My Dad knew where to go.
So now when I drive by smelly farmer fields, I remember my Dad and roll down my windows.
I take a deep whiff and tell my passengers
who think I am totally insane:
Ahh! There is nothing like fresh country air.!!
The farmer knows his soil by tasting it.
He sifts the salt of the earth through his fingers before
pulling out the ol horse and plow and then he digs in.
Wiping the sweat off his brow, his lungs are full and strong
and as he looks at the silent rows of black soil,
he sees the future full of green sprouts which will soon
cover them.
PURE CLEAN INNOCENT ROMANTIC AND FREE
A true feast for the eyes, the heart and the soul.
My Dad knew and he taught me and now... it's up to me to teach
This land
Precious. Lovely. Given to serve us
in return for protection and love.
A place to walk and fill our lungs
A place to shiver the sweat off our skin
A place to taste the salt of the earth
and feel the soft warm breezes
Yup
My Dad knew where to go.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
PS I'd love to comment on every ones blog but sometimes the captcha words make it impossible .
Its best to take them off.
by fresh cow excrement, he would roll down his windows and take a deep whiff.
He would enjoy it and exclaim:
There is nothing like fresh country air!!
We of course thought he was crazy and giggled in the back seat, cringing our noses trying to block the
over whelming smell.
I could never figure out why he enjoyed it so until one day I grew up.
The innocent veil was lifted and the real world, as it truly is, was disclosed to me.
There was nothing innocent, pure, romantic, just or free about it.
No place to stand and breath fresh air by standing in stagnating systems and
people who sit all day to gossip, criticize and argue.
There was only one place on earth where you could still find
fresh air and
YUP
My Dad knew where to go.
So now when I drive by smelly farmer fields, I remember my Dad and roll down my windows.
I take a deep whiff and tell my passengers
who think I am totally insane:
Ahh! There is nothing like fresh country air.!!
The farmer knows his soil by tasting it.
He sifts the salt of the earth through his fingers before
pulling out the ol horse and plow and then he digs in.
Wiping the sweat off his brow, his lungs are full and strong
and as he looks at the silent rows of black soil,
he sees the future full of green sprouts which will soon
cover them.
PURE CLEAN INNOCENT ROMANTIC AND FREE
A true feast for the eyes, the heart and the soul.
My Dad knew and he taught me and now... it's up to me to teach
This land
Precious. Lovely. Given to serve us
in return for protection and love.
A place to walk and fill our lungs
A place to shiver the sweat off our skin
A place to taste the salt of the earth
and feel the soft warm breezes
Yup
My Dad knew where to go.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
PS I'd love to comment on every ones blog but sometimes the captcha words make it impossible .
Its best to take them off.
6 comments:
Oh I so agree with you (and your dad). My sentiments exactly.;) In fact, when I was a little girl I exclaimed to my parents; "I know what I want to doe when I grow up. I want to milk cows".;) Did not happen, but I still feel the same about that fresh country air.;))
xoxo
Zuzana - I love the simple life.
I think when you keep things simple it's much healthier for every one.
Instead, we are surrounded by a rat race and no matter where you go or what you do, they find you. The rats want what you have too.lol
It's never enough for them.
Comes a time to say no and I think we have reached that time now.
I grew up on a farm and I still like that fresh country air. The city air just seems stagnant and stale to me.
I'm with your dad. Beautiful post.
George!! Ya!!! Soo True!!
Thanks Sandy:)
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