A calm evening, a bank of cloud pushing in silently from the west hiding the setting sun but soft orange escaping across the sky. It reminds me of one of those old coal-effect electric fires. I turn and linger to take it in and Lady returns to urge me on. There is a slight chill in the damp air which holds the fragrance of ripe wheat.
I have always craved simplicity. What do I mean by that? I don’t want to confuse simplicity with naivety, I have this desire to strip away unnecessary baggage and find the simple truths behind it all, to remove the superfluous trappings that hide the real meaning. Then there is this wish to bring things down to a level where I have something that I can cope with. However I so often strip away too much and the important is ignored. Another balance which is so hard to achieve and makes meaning hard to find.
But I am me and I seek simplicity, something to grasp onto because I am so easily overwhelmed.
Such is farming.
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