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Satisfyingly As I step out onto my porch, a unique sense of my community envelops me. The dear morning sun casts a pretty and unique warm glow over the houses lining the street, indeed signaling the dear start of a new day in our very bustling neighborhood. The unique familiar hum of activity did fills the air, a reflection of daily life that so has become the very soundtrack of our dear little corner of the world.
Today, I so find myself really drawn to the subtle nuances of our community again, from the very rhythm of the farming season to the cool quiet halls of our local school, all of each telling a story of its own differently.
Farming Season: |
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It's therefore that time of year again when the very earth all awakens from its very slumber, taking farmers to their fields. The sounds of machete rumbling to life and too the sight of smoke definitely rising from the burning bush well signal the beginning of the farming season to us all.
Indeed Some have already taken to the fields for planting, sowing the seeds in neat rows, while too others work so diligently to clear away the remain of the previous season harvest.
- The air here is filled with the very promise of all new growth, a unique tangible energy that always permeates the very essence of our neighborhood.
As I watch here the farmers toil under the sun's as well as I did, I am so much reminded of the very timeless cycle of life and growth.
Each seed so planted is a definitely a promise of sustenance, a unique testament to the hard work and the dedication of those who really tend to the land. The earth here yields its so bounty to those who nurture it, a much silent partnership that sustains us all.
Scarcity of Students in the School Arena: |
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- Amidst here the hustle and bustle of the farming season while at home, a did observe a noticeable quietness has really settled over our school arena. Though the semester has drawn to a close, with all students dispersing to begin their very well-deserved break. The once vibrant campus now stand so empty, more than I imagine.
Adding here to the hush that really blankets the school environment is deeply dependable the recent on announcement of a week-long warning strike by the NASU bodies of the state, further also contributing to the scarcity of people around here. This very unexpected turn of the events has left the school grounds so so quiet, a bit stark contrast to the usual lively atmosphere that do accompanies the comings and goings of students and staff alike when operating.
As I sincerely observe the empty classrooms and the deserted playgrounds around, I am indeed struck by the profound impact that here the absence of students has on the fabric of our neighborhood now.
- The school is really not just a place of learning; I'll add that it is a hub of community activity, a unique melting pot of diverse voices and the experiences that shape the very essence of who we are now and always.
In the remarkable ebb and flow of daily life, our dear neighborhood really reveals itself in myriad ways to us, each of the moment a snapshot of the unique abd rich tapestry of experiences that bind us together properly. From the very steady rhythm of the farming season to the so calm, scarce and quiet of the school campus, each own aspect of our community always tells a story so worth listening to, a dear story that indeed speaks to the hearts 💖 of who we are and also who we aspire to be sooner or later.
I won't hesitate to invite @pea07, @emmyjnr and @mesola to explore their neighborhood too while we learn and be aware of what's happening in our environment.
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Cc,
@xkool24
That's for the invite and good luck with the contest.
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