Father-in-law's love for cauliflower farming
Dear friends, I hope everyone is well. I am also well, Alhamdulillah. Today I want to share a beautiful experience with you. This experience is about my in-laws' land and my loved ones associated with it.
A few days ago, I went to visit my maternal uncle's house. My maternal uncle's house is very close to my in-laws' house. As I was walking along the way, I stopped when I saw a piece of land on the side of the road. On the way to my in-laws' house, a piece of land was planted right next to the road. Seeing that land, my eyes came to life again. Because my father-in-law had planted cauliflower seedlings there with his own hands. When I looked at the land, I saw each cauliflower plant standing straight and spreading a beautiful green color. The small seedlings were planted in rows so beautifully that it felt like a green carpet had been laid.
Honestly, my heart was filled with joy when I saw it. It felt like I had gone to another world of peace, standing in the lap of nature. My father-in-law is a very interested person in agricultural work. He has always loved the land. He enjoys working on the land and the land has become so beautiful due to his hard work and care. Cauliflower cultivation is a matter of hard work as well as patience and care. I was surprised to think how hard the villagers work in the fields while we are busy in the city. It is true that due to their hard work and love, we can eat delicious vegetables. My daughter was also with me and I was showing her around the land. She is still young so she does not understand everything, but seeing the green land and the rows of trees, my daughter was clapping her hands with joy. The innocent joy of a child seemed to mix with the beauty of nature and create a different feeling. I was telling her, Mom, look, these are cauliflower plants.
After a few days, they will grow up and bear white cauliflower. She smiled sweetly after hearing my words. As I walked along the road, I realized that this scene had awakened many memories in my mind. I myself grew up in the village and such vegetables were grown around our house as a child. Then I would run and stand by the field and look at the vegetables. Sometimes I would secretly pluck leaves from the trees and play. The memories of those days came back to me. But today I am a daughter, a wife, a mother in a different role. I was praising my father-in-law very much in my heart. Because he not only planted seedlings in the field but also expressed his love and sense of responsibility for the family. He worked so hard so that everyone in my family could eat pure and healthy vegetables. I could understand that deep love for the family was hidden in every drop of sweat of his labor.
When we were going to my uncle-in-law's house, this cauliflower field remained in my mind. It seemed that this was the real beauty of nature. Amidst the big buildings, the busy city crowd, we often get away from nature. But this green field, the cool breeze and the hard work of the farmer remind us that nature is the real peace. I stood by the field for a while with my daughter. The sound of birds, the leaves swaying in the wind, the leaves of the trees, everything combined and I found it strange and peaceful. I told my daughter, look how beautifully your grandfather planted the trees. Maybe one day you will plant trees yourself when you grow up. My daughter looked at me with a smile.
That smile became the greatest joy for me. Finally, we reached our destination. But the beauty of the cauliflower field stuck in my eyes. I prayed to God in my heart. May my father-in-law always be healthy. And may the trees he planted grow well. And one day fill our house with fruits. Love for nature, the labor of the farmer and the sacrifices made for the family always inspire us. My father-in-law's land with the cauliflower rows and my daughter's simple joy will be a beautiful memory of my life. Through today's story, I have shared the feelings of that moment with you. I hope you like it.
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