back from the scent of the Earth, into the scent of the Sea

And I can't decide which one I like better. A tough choice when the scent of the sea is intertwined with earthly smells too. But the smells on a small biodynamic family farm are different than those on the overly producing sorts. You know, the kinds where the animals live, eat, bathe, slaughter in their own shit. The farms that shouldn't even be called farms where most people eat from, even those uber conscious ones like meself.
But yesterday, I harvested veggies, hung around animals, and stargazed wishing my habits will be more open to establishing better eating styles before I become two then three and four.