Tell yourself what happened, tell yourself what happened that, by chance, I met the neighbor of the plot, Marcelo, a farmer, already advanced in age. He told me to go into the field to see what I thought of the state of the corn.
There we were, and once inside the cornfield, I was able to observe the imbalances of the plants of the plot, where, indeed, it was possible to observe a deficient granazón of the ears. While the farmer, and curiously without paying too much attention to me, he explained to me the low profitability of his farm, because he did not compensate the work that his wife and he did with the total economic income. He explained to me that he had two married children, that they did not want to know anything about the countryside and that they did not help him at all, since they had enough with their work, of course, he insisted that, however, on weekends it was normal for him to the grandchildren left behind, so that he and his wife who were working in the fields all week and could hardly rest.
I noticed from his words a certain disappointment with his work and great skepticism.
I asked him about the fertilizer he had made and the conclusion was that the lack of fertilization was evident.
In short, after the visit I went to my plot and the man persisted in continuing with the family conversation.
– Look Julián, I have two children as I have told you. My wife and I carry these twenty bushels of land, ten of vineyards and the rest of barley, corn and melon, depending on the years and we do everything with our own hands, without the help of anyone. My wife and I have been very tired lately and we no longer get to finish the tasks of the field as before – saying it all at once.
I listened without comment, waiting for him to finish his confession.
– We have been very tired for a while. She helps me pruning, picking branches, harvesting, planting melons and our children never come because their jobs are very busy, so these months we have been thinking about making a decision.
The following year I verified that the plot that adjoined mine was not being cultivated by my neighbor on the farm.
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It had been a long time since I had heard from this farmer and I had almost forgotten the conversation I had previously held, until one day when I was working on my farm and another neighbor from the plot approached Jesus.
Jesús, the farmer who came with me and a neighbor of the plot, was by my side and out of curiosity I asked him:
– Hey, Jesus, aren’t those plots those of Marcelo, the one on Romanones street? – pointing to the plot that was now full of melons.
– Ah! Yes Yes. But they are no longer his, he took them out of the way three months ago – he replied.
– Don’t tell me, and what does he do now? – I asked curiously.
– He’s not in town anymore. It is a curious case, because Marcelo was very rare. Do you know what he did? – And he continued: – Well, when the harvest was over, he put the land up for sale and with the money he bought a little house in a town on the island of Mallorca, I think. At the turn of the summer he sold the house in the village. They say that he gave some money to his boys and went with his wife to Mallorca for good – Jesus said in one fell swoop.
– Go, go with Marcelo, with what he liked the countryside and agriculture – I expressed with some feeling.
– Most people believe that their wife had gotten sick and needed a warmer climate and had to find a more suitable place so that her health did not deteriorate and other people say that they were fed up with their children’s behavior and that those were the real reasons of such a decision.
IT IS NEVER LATE IF HAPPINESS IS GOOD
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