The Big City Numbed Me, and The Land Revitalized

Sometimes, staying in the Matrix of your mind is an easier life.

Baki surveying my progress on the garden.

• Eyelids heavy
• Hands dirty
• Muscles sore
• Mind adrift

The sun was beginning to set, and when I looked at the clock, it was 5 p.m. It was time to call it a day, and the dogs were whining for their afternoon walk. I looked at the work I still had to complete and decided it could wait until tomorrow.

Coffee season is in full swing.

After I finished cleaning my equipment and reorganizing the area so that I could begin again tomorrow, I began to think about farmers of the past and how easy city life is.

I grew up on a farm, and when I was a teenager, I wanted to leave the farm so badly that as soon as I got the chance, I did. I left the dark, quiet streets for the noise and bright lights of the city.

I imagine I am not alone as a child of farmers, which is why many farmers’ lineage eventually stopped. Their children saw how much work it is to live and work on a farm.

Going to college and getting a cushy job in the city is easier than spending all day doing backbreaking work on the farm. Even working as a nurse is backbreaking hard work…