“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution


It's been a while since I have written a post that oozes forth from deep within my soul.
While it's true that I live in a world full of inspiration,
I often get swept away by the day-in-day-out workings of life on the farm.
My blog posts are often la-de-da musings of this or that...
barely scratching the surface of the wonder and amazement that I find in this world.

Yesterday I attended the funeral of a neighbor...
an elderly (mid-nineties) woman who lived on the farm adjacent to ours.

And although I did not know this woman all that well...
except for an occasional neighborly chit-chat...
there were many things about her with which I can identify.

She was a fiercely independant soul who loved her gardens and spent 
countless hours keeping them weed-free for as long as she was able.

Her last few years were spent house-bound with caretakers and family...
the effect of multiple strokes.
And although there was never any hope for her to return to her beloved gardens,
she never gave up the notion that one day she would be there again... pulling up weeds
and transplanting tiny seedlings.

She knew the joy felt when one has the good earth in one's hands.
She had an appreciation for the simple gifts that...

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