I like watching the tractors and combines roll by. I farm vicariously through these guys who are struggling to piece together enough small acreages between the houses to make a decent living.
We’ve found the sweet spot, but it’s not easy. A lot of people like country living, but some would like to see it a little more tidy (it seems dust, sounds and smells come with the territory). We sometimes forget who was here first, and what makes it “country” in the first place.
Personally, I like the smell of freshly turned soil. I even enjoy taking a liesurly drive behind a big diesel tractor rumbling down the road (when I’m not in a hurry). And I don’t mind a little “earthy fragrance” when the manure spreader hits the field.
It seems to me that if we’re going to live here taking up valuable productive acres, the least we can do is slow down, take a deep breath and enjoy it. Call it smellin’ the roses (or something like that).