A day in rural Turkey

The road wound easily along a rapidly flowing river which in parts was being harnessed for hydroelectic power and also irrigation. Conifer covered hills rose loftily skywards. I sped down, wind whipping at my smiling face.
I was riding sweep - so plenty of time for educational stops. I could get used to this easy style of cycling.
Densely green leafy trees with a hard green fruit caught my eye. I plucked one, scraped off the hard green covering - and a perfect walnut was revealed!
I stopped on a bridge. Below me were 4 men using very large throw nets - to net trout - a practice I learned later is illegal.
I noticed a family with three beautiful, brightly clad women plucking plants in a field. I scrambled down to find that they were picking a yellow and dark red flower which, with smiles and sign language I was told, was an edible item. Memorising the Turkish word they used - I was able to confirm later that it was Okra- the very young and highly prized variety.
To the left a man hewing grave stones with the crescent moon in place of a cross; to the right tobacco drying on racks in the sun.
I came to a "Tomato stop" Truck after truck, carts and trailers, groaning under the weight of blood red, plump tomatoes, skins stretched tight over juicy innards. The road was almost awash with tomato pulp.
Fruit stalls beckon. The peaches are bigger than fist size and honeyed juice pours out at the first bite
Families eeking out a living selling home made brooms, clay pots, the inevitable tea, but all done with a smile and a friendly greeting.
Right here and now - all feels right with the world.