A long time ago when I was a child seeing a field like this was normal. Now when I see one it is special.
Everyone rests on Sunday, except of course the horse. You have to stop and think that perhaps this mode of transportation has it’s merits..no gasoline is involved. The only emissions are of the solid or liquid variety of fertilizer quality. Nothing is imported or refined. No wars are fought over hay or oats. There are no middle men or CEO’s that are going to profit and retire with millions here.
Sometimes a simpler life is appealing to me, I like horses and would love to go to town in a carriage..of course it would take all day..so I wouldn’t have time to cook, clean, bake bread or hand wash my laundry. Once I got to town I would just guard the carriage since I don’t like to shop.
Have you ever seen any Amish in the nursing home? Do their people work so hard that they escape the “home”..or do they surround their elderly with love and care everyday until their last day on earth arrives?
I would like to take bits and pieces of this lifestyle..the horses and carriages..the feeling of family that surrounds you unconditionally with love and support even when you get old. Do I want to hand wash clothing and wear dresses everyday..and a hat..and look down a lot..and never have an opinion of my own..probably not:)