How are you all? I hope you are all doing very well by the grace of God. I am also doing very well by your prayers. I am going to start today's new post by greeting and congratulating all the brothers and sisters of 'nature and agriculture' on my behalf. Today I am going to show you a view of cabbage. I hope you enjoy seeing the cabbages.

Our country is mainly agricultural. Here, farmers produce various types of vegetables, fruits and crops throughout the year. Similarly, we also have agricultural land and many types of vegetables are produced there. One afternoon, I arrived at our crop field. Where our crops and those of my uncles are side by side. The sky was very sunny, and everything was shining like fire. But even in that sunshine, the view of the field was beautiful. As far as the eye could see, rows of green cabbage trees were swaying in the light breeze. The sunlight falling on the leaves of each tree was creating a kind of shimmer, as if nature had gifted a wonderful painting painted in green by its own hands.

The soil in the field was slightly damp, and its smell seemed to be alive with life. None of the farmer brothers were there at that time, in the scorching sun. They were standing by the side of the road, observing the condition of the crops, some with a small spade in their hands, others fixing the irrigation canals. The machine next to the crop field seemed to be turned off. Because it is not possible to extract much water by running the machine during the day. If you want to water the crop field, you have to do it at night. Although their faces looked tired, there was a glimmer of joy and satisfaction in their eyes because seeing the cabbage plants growing so beautifully, any hard work seemed insignificant. Meanwhile, our crops were taken care of by the farmers. Although we had less, uncle and other people's crops were more there. However, everyone's cabbages in a saree looked pretty good.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of cabbage trees. In one corner of the field, some butterflies were flying, as if they had found happiness in this green leafy garden instead of flowers. In the distance, a few cows were seen peacefully eating grass, and the reflection of the sun was sparkling in the water of the small canal nearby. At that moment in the afternoon, it seemed that the hard work of the farmer, the gift of nature, and the sunlight had created a kingdom of living beauty. Those rows of cabbage trees were not just crops, but also symbols of our hard work and hope. I did not want to be there at this very hot moment. I had noticed that my uncle was a little sick, so I had come to my grandmother's house to take him home. And I took that opportunity to come here so that he could see the crop field a little better. And in this way, I enjoyed this wonderful vegetable for a limited time.