you got to live it to learn it it is a cultural thing, you live the hussle and bussle of city kinda life and you don't have time to stop and smell the roses, you live out in the countryside and the roses are right out your back door![]()
Dear old dad grew up in the country in the days of horse drawn farm equipment. He moved his family to the city and worked as a truck driver (Teamster) until he retired but always maintained a farm in the country. We called ourselves 'suitcase farmers' as we would come up to the farm every weekend to work the cattle and land.
My brother and I would still come up and help dad on weekends especially after he retired and moved back to the country. We would set on the tailgate of the truck and eat lunch and visit. It was one of those days when he admitted that he had been so busy working hard to make ends meet and get the things done that had to be done that he never noticed all the little things I had been pointing out to him.
I think that it was his awakening, ever after that we would find him sitting in the yard or in the pasture for hours observing his cattle and the little splendors that God put around him.