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Our little village is in the middle of farming land. The grain grows on the fields. it grows and ripens and eventually some time in Autumn it is harvested. Growing up in London, this was certainly something completely different for me, but I just love it. The smells of agriculture, the noise and everything to do with it.
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I love to walk in the fields on windy days, quite a magical sound, isn’t it.
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I like the waves going through the fields of grain or grass in the wind.
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That movement and sound is so soothing isn’t it.
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I love it. Sometimes the wind comes through in bursts that send the grass in waves and one small dust devil crosses the road, just seconds of motion but so wonderful.
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I really is mesmerizing at times. Never witnessed a dust devil that wasn’t on TV. They must be magnificent too.
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They can be magnificent. They can also be scary, dangerous, even, and sometimes they’re cute. I watched one a couple of days ago. The wind blew through the grass beside me (didn’t hit me) then hit the gravel/dirt road, picked up some dust, barely had time to make a devil out of it before it had crossed the road and expired in a ditch. That one was cute.
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Wow that was a real close encounter. As you say, you need to be careful around them, but well worth stopping at a safe distance to enjoy the beauty of them.
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I love them too. That’s why I’m where I am.
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It belongs to the environment here.
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Beautiful
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I love it.
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