While people are wondering about cultivation, gardening and value/devalue of land here, your post made me so emotional. It has hit me so deep.
I'm so engrossed in how the time changes, how are priorities change and how we start living a life totally devoid of our parents. I mean once we were their babies and they were our universe. But not any more. This realisation alone makes me so sentimental. The old culture, olden days, those simple times, our grandparents, their generosity... In a blink of eye, everything is over. We have become practical, we are parents and we have a whole other family and lives. And soon our children will be distant. Ugh, I don't want to cry!
P.S: How is your father? Is his knee ok now? I bet he is a gentle, loving soul
It really is, everything changes, even the lifestyle. Perhaps these changes are not too drastic, but over time it is noticeable that we live differently than our parents lived.
Sometimes these changes cause a strong sense of nostalgia, especially when I think back to the times when my parents were full of energy.
He had to undergo surgery on his knee, but everything went well and the knee is fully recovered. However, another trouble befell him. He got sick, but the disease is not exactly identified, it is probably inflammation of a nerve. It is a little unpleasant and he has to spend more time at home, so he appears less often in the garden. It will probably last up to six months.