“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

Imagine, If You Will.....

 The sun had just peeked over the hillside, casting tall shadows against the dewy spring grass.  From the hill behind the simple one-roomed cabin, a woodpecker called to his mate with a rhythmic "rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat".  Birdsong filled the cool morning air and travelled through the little valley on a gentle breeze. 

As the sun rose higher and the dew began to dry, the calm of the morning was interrupted by the firing of a long rifle in the woods at the top of the ridge.  "I guess we'll be having squirrel or rabbit for dinner" thought Sarah.

With a basket of garments held on her right hip and a wooden bucket in her left hand, Sarah gathered up the front of her her skirts, with the two fingers she had free, so she wouldn't trip as she walked down the cabin steps to the spring house below.  There, after setting her laundry on the ground next to the old wooden washtub, she sunk her wooden bucket into the clear, cold water that bubbled up from beneath the earth.  She ducked her head as she carried the bucket out of the springhouse and poured the sparkling water into the tub.  She would repeat this several times before climbing the stairs to fetch the water she had left boiling on the...


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