The ripen fruit is for a sacred season.
Bad weather never stopped anyone from reaping a good harvest.
...no matter how rhapsodic one waxes about the process of wresting edible plants and tamed animals from the sprawling vagaries of nature, there's a timeless, unwavering truth espoused by those who wor...
Since I was a boy - born into a farming family in Bonaire, GA - I've had agriculture running through my veins.
The land is ours. It's not European and we have taken it, we have given it to the rightful people... Those of white extraction who happen to be in the country and are farming are welcome to do so, but...
Ask me about my childhood, and I will tell you to walk to the edge of the woods with a choir of crickets chirping from every direction, a hot, humid breeze brushing through your hair, your feet, bare...
Even though I hated doing farming and wanted to just get out of the village, I would work from 5 in the morning till 5 in the evening.
Those who labor in the earth are the chosen people of God if He ever had a chosen people whose breasts He has made His peculiar deposit for substantial and genuine virtue.
Teaching kids how to feed themselves and how to live in a community responsibly is the center of an education.
Farming is a most senseless pursuit a mere laboring in a circle. You sow that you may reap and then you reap that you may sow. Nothing ever comes of it.
The farmer works the soil The agriculturist works the farmer.