I grew up in Champaign, IL and at the time where our house was located was near to fields. As with most people in the 1950s we did not have air conditioning. In fact we had one floor fan and as you may know, Illinois in the summer is quite hot and humid so all windows were open all day long. The dust from the fields blew in and Mom dusted the entire house every day until cold weather hit. I thought she was a bit obsessive!
Now that I live near fields where the wind blows and the weather means you often have the screen doors open, I have more empathy! We have air conditioning so I don't dust every day but way more often then I had to in Atlanta and I really don't like it.
This morning I went out to sweep a small patio on the side of our house that bears the brunt of the winds (not to mention dropping pine needles) and it is amazing how much true dirt was there. Enough whining - or is it empathy?