🌼You bring a simple smile to our lips and art to our thoughts... 🌬 In the Silence of the Harvest⭐️ Between roosters announcing the day and horses glistening in the dew, the earth awakens—a patient mother, dressed in green, welcoming goats, chickens, and dreams planted in deep furrows. Each grain cast into the earth is a pact of trust, a secret whispered to the heavens in the certainty that the invisible will germinate. Mornings arrive like veils of lace, dyeing the fields gold and silver, and the labor of hands becomes ritual: the bread that will come from the wheat, the milk that warms the jug, the fruit that ripens under invisible songs. There is an ancient liturgy in the simple act of caring—a secret rhythm, where even the bleating of a goat sounds like prayer. And it is in this slow pace, where each root grows in silence, that the soul finds its own sap, discovering that eternity hides in the little things: the smell of hay, the swaying of the trees, and the serene gaze of someone who knows that everything blooms in its right time. 🍀🍀 -------- Text by Babe Susie, any reproduction of it is plagiarism! ☝️