The lifestyle in the village is still attached to conventional ways
When the sun rises from the eastern horizon, farmers begin to prepare equipment to fight weeds, harsh soil, hot sun, rain and storms for the lives of their children, wives and beloved families. Every day they are always accompanied by hoes and tembilang to use when working in the landang. Plants are the breath of life for them, if they don't go to the fields to work, the hopes and dreams of their children will be lost because there is no longer a source of income to meet family needs and education costs.
Such is the activity and the wheel of life in my village in eastern Indonesia. My village is at the foot of a hilly mountain but has fertile soil and is very good for planting monthly crops such as chili, tomatoes, shallots and corn. Although advances in science and technology have affected human life, it has not reduced the intention of the farmers in my village to change their livelihoods because for them farming is the legacy of their ancestors for the life of the world.
As a person who lives in the village, I am always the center of attention not because I am good at farming but because I am the son of a farmer who can continue his education in college, that's the abnormality that exists in me when I gather with people in the village. But I have always respected farmers because I was also born and raised in a farming family. My mother always taught me that being a farmer is not a lowly job but a noble one because it can bring many people to life. My mother's words were true because what else would we eat if no one else would grow and harvest the crops, words that made sense because a king could die if he didn't eat the plants from the earth.
That is the story of my village which is simple but worldwide.
**Best dedication to continue the tradition**
And yesterday when I didn't go to the office where I work because yesterday the office employees were closed due to a regional festival activity. I planned to go to the farm where my father worked, I miss the days when I was in high school. When I come home from school my father always takes me to the fields where they risk their lives to work, plant and reap the crops.
My trip to dry fields using a motorized vehicle although the road is a little damaged but I think it's normal because I've been used to struggling with steep roads since childhood. When I arrived at the field, the farm managed by my father started to grow small crops.
This is an onion plant, maybe in your area the name of this plant is different but the most important thing is this is a plant that we always use when we cook. The land is not very large but it is very beautiful when the plants start to grow with sharp green leaves.
This onion plant is one week old and has been given fertilizer by my father. This plant is not too complicated to care for unlike other plants and the ingredients are very easy to find.
When this onion plant is one month old, the leaves will be taller and look lush. Onion plants will bear fruit heavily in the soil when the plants are two months old and before harvest. My father always plants this every two months when the harvest is over because according to him the shallot plant is a legacy that our family cannot leave behind. He once told me that no matter how smart you are in this world of education without plants you can't get a licensed degree.
My father's words kept underscoring my thoughts that I couldn't survive without plants.
That's what happened yesterday and life in my village from the eastern corner of Indonesia. How about all of you, can you live without plants?
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