Farmers are a separate story. They do not know how to pretend. They have no time for falsehood, when every day begins at dawn and ends only when the work is done. 🌅 They speak directly, sometimes rudely, sometimes softly, but always honestly. They know the price of difficulty, the price of rain and sun, the price of patience. And it is this simplicity that makes them real.

I think honesty here is not about words. It is in deeds, in how a person keeps promises, how he takes care of animals, fields, neighbors. 🐄🌻 It is in the fact that you do not need to hide your feelings or fears, because life itself has taught you to respect the truth.

Sometimes I envy this sincerity. It seems to shine from within, without filters and masks. ✨ And I wonder: are we, city dwellers, even capable of such openness, when every second person is afraid to show who he really is?

I do not idealize the village, I just notice a simple thing: honesty is strength, and sometimes it lives where people least of all think about how they look. 🌾💛