Every summer for the last five years, I have left the big, busy, smelly city for the countryside. I trade metropolitan comforts—public transit, bubble tea, 24-hour pharmacies—for the lowing of cows, waist-high thistles, and sunsets that seem to stretch to both ends of the horizon.
There, on a small organic farm, I plant, harvest, fertilize, and otherwise reconnect with the earth which, in the city, is hidden under several feet of concrete. It is an annual pilgrimage I make for my own sake, but farm living brings about some amazing changes in those who shift from city mouse to country mouse.
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