My morning started early, still cool and fresh, typical rural air. Without wasting any time, I quickly mixed the urea and NPK fertilizers I had prepared earlier. This mixture would help strengthen the rice growth, making it greener and more fertile. Once everything was thoroughly mixed, I hurried to the rice field with high spirits.
Upon arriving at the field, the expanse of young rice paddies was refreshing to the eye. I spread the fertilizer evenly across the entire area. This work does require extra effort, especially when done manually, but seeing the healthy growth of the plants is always a source of satisfaction.
After spreading the fertilizer, I continued with another task: collecting the rice seedlings that had been pulled out for transplanting to another field. I placed the seedlings in a sack and then gently beat them to loosen the roots from the mud, readying them for replanting. This work was tiring, but it gave me a special sense of satisfaction because it was all done by hand.
By midday, my body was feeling tired, and I took a short break. After a short nap to recover my energy, I returned to the rice field in the afternoon. A gentle breeze carried the scent of wet soil and the sounds of birds returning to their nests.
As dusk approached, I paused to enjoy the beauty of the sunset over the rice paddies. The sky turned golden orange, reflecting off the water's surface, creating a truly breathtaking sight.
Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.
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