When you hear dusting, you see images of a feather duster, rag for dusting, a beautiful fresh light coating of snow, maybe even the images above. Once a year the crops are "dusted". You hear a big rumble overhead and again and again as the master pilot takes his calculated runs and circles back for the next row and the next..... I caught a few overhead glimpses of his dusting as I felt the vibrations of the powerful engine. I'm always excited to watch and feel this mastery yet as quickly as he trapeze the sky , quicker yet I am to get inside, close the windows and hibernate for a few days. As usual, I was laid out unable to move, unable to sleep, breathe easy and same for my oldest son. Through coughs and aggrivation brought on by sleep deprivations my son says, "Do you think they will ever care about what this does to humans"? My evenly irritated reply,"Do you think we humans will ever care about what this does to the Earth, the insects, the animals, the plants, the water, the air, the cows that eat the crops......"? Glad I picked berries before this.......
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