“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution

Respite From The Craziness

On a weekend when it seemed there was no good news,
I was happy to live in my quiet little corner of the world,
here in the country.

And though I feel deeply about the injustices suffered by many,
this is not the space to explore that...
so let's just take a break here in the peaceful countryside, for now.
Aren't these rhodies spectacular?

We logged quite a few miles on our bicycles this weekend -
riding 23 miles on Friday,
and 32 miles on Saturday.
Sunday, with a case of fanny-fatique, we did not (could not) ride.

Saturday morning, the air was freshly washed from thunderstorms
that had bathed the earth clean Friday night.
The sky was sapphire blue, and the air was cool and fresh
and filled with birdsong... so many harmonies blending.

As we rode past fields and farms and forests,
leftover raindrops glistened on tall grass like diamonds.
As I sped downhill, coasting with the wind in my ears,
over my right shoulder, three goldfinches flitted and floated beside me
almost as if they were racing me.
It was a wonderful ride, as we rode uphill and down with the 
ultimate destination being a wonderful Amish bakery.
Warm sticky buns awaited our arrival... the perfect reward
for such a long ride.

With our booty...

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