Here, I am early in the morning, up to the windowsill looking at other farm lands. All my neighbouring farmers are Grace, Harsha, Edith, Vian and my beloved son Ayman Jr. How wonderful to see all of us are closer to each other and ploughing, harvesting and constantly waiting for someone to hire us for work!
Observing each farm land reveals the individual talents and creativeness. Some have grown to make quick money, some have grown rice and blue berries to gain long term benefits. Expanding the land space is another challenge.
It shows Grace’s desire to gain most of her wealth is in solids than grow, harvest and end it. The well planned plantation covering both sides of the long, blue river is remarkable achievement in her hands. It might have been in her thoughts that people should be able to cross over the river effortlessly and so the small bridge that I could see. I thought to myself ‘Need to cross that bridge soon to see the experience’. Those colourful pepper field, lights the entire farm not only that leave me there but reminders me of festive season in the town. The dinning table with chairs gives a sense of welcoming atmosphere in front of her house. What an entertaining person Grace could be?
Harsha’s big house in the middle of her remarkably farmed land inspires me with a secure feeling. Some says ‘Of course you need a roof on your head’, after all what if it rains in the next hour or perhaps tonight? Green fields carpeted with corn, rice, coffee does tell me something more about herself. That’s she loves to grow staple foods. Apart from this, she has even gone further through market analysis to observe usual consumable movements. She may have decided to please the local community and the demanding market. Alternatively placed white and red carnation brings the contrast colours of the flowers as well as rice and corn fields. I can’t stop feeling sorry for those caged livestock. Should they be left free to roam around the harvested fields to glorify the nature? Well, she might have some other reasons to prison them. Beside, a dog house is close to these creatures make no harm than secure them from robbers.
My eyes now turns to Edith’s farm. Oh! There is plenty to harvest. You name it from cabbage to watermelons. Instead of harvesting them at once or calling us for help what she is waiting for? Could be admiring the beauty of full grown fields? I am so happy for her sensible thoughts i.e. one must not work always in a cost effective way. Sometimes, admiring the nature has it is own remedies for our daily stress and strains. My prediction is that she is conveying a clear message to all other farmers ‘take it easy or go easy’ in our daily lives. On other hand, huge land space without any farming activities is a wasteful. Imagine if she had grown something by now and could have made few more coins!. Perhaps she is more caring, loving mother to her toddler, baby and too much in her hands to be focused on the piece of land. Self satisfaction could be her priority number one these days. So farming at this time of her life could be an unimportant task. If so, I appreciate her decision to spare time with the children. The quality time is an investment it self after all.
You will not like this… But Vian’s farm is absolutely in a pathetic situation. Nothing has grown, just ploughed the fields. Quickly, I thought ‘has he run out of money’? So then it’s reasonable and maybe all of us can organise something to buy his seeds or stuff. Even then, I can’t agree with my instance thoughts. Could there be any other reason? It’s unlikely as he is never less of money or hardly any poor. I feel pity for the little bunny and the turkey on his field. When was the last time they had a decent meal? Never mind, I will ask him tomorrow when I see him in the market. One good thing about Vian is that you have the freedom of speech with him. He never hesitates to respond to any of his lady farmers conversations. We are allowed to ask anything free … Didn’t I like him for that matter?
Looking at Ayman Jr’s farm, what can I say about my son? As always he left his own assignments unattended. So does the farm. The crown thorns are scattered here and there. Why did he pick them any way? Must be busy playing his play station or probably the TV set is on. Then again, it’s pointless to expect so much from a twelve year old. My inner feelings remind me of my own childhood… We were allowed to act like a free bird during school holidays. So does he deserve to be a play boy with plenty to choose. We believe there is end for all our stories, so the story ‘Up to the windowsill’ ended here.
Notes:
Dear readers, all those farm lands I’ve described were nothing real and all those farmers, lands are based on Facebook, Farm Town. I wish one day one of us will own a real farm in the real world…
