Brilliant yellow canola flowers sway in the cool breeze as we pass by the fields this morning. They glisten with plump water drops still clinging to their delicate petals from overnight rain.
Hundreds of majestic towering wind turbines spin in harmony on the hilltops. The paddocks reflect every shade of green from the artist's palette, creating a patchwork quilt that has been gently placed over the rolling hills.
A giant sleeps snugly beneath and I dare not awaken him. My caravan massages his back in the hope that he is not disturbed and remains as peaceful yet productive tomorrow as he is today.
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