The Landscape Of Any Farm Is The

A River Or Stream Is A Cycle Of Energy From Sun To Plants To Insects To Fish. It Is A Continuum Broken Only By Humans.

Sometimes In June, When I See Unearned Dividends Of Dew Hung On Every Lupine, I Have Doubts About The Real Poverty Of The Sands. On Solvent Farmlands Lupines Do Not Even Grow, Much Less Collect A Daily Rainbow Of Jewels.

It Is, By Common Consent, A Good Thing For People To Get Back To Nature.

To Keep Every Cog And Wheel Is The First Precaution Of Intelligent Tinkering.

To Build A Road Is So Much Simpler Than To Think Of What The Country Really Needs.