Our land is like a poem, in a patchwork landscape of other poems, written by hundreds of people, both those here now and the many hundreds who came before us, with each generation adding new layers of meaning and experience

James Rebanks

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A farm is a manipulative creature. There is no such thing as finished. Work comes in a stream and has no end. There are only the things that must be done now and things that can be done later. The threat the farm has got on you, the one that keeps you running from can until can’t, is this: do it now, or some living thing will wilt or suffer or die. Its blackmail, really.

Kristin Kimball, The Dirt Life: On Farming, Food, and Love