“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

The Poetry of Nature

 There are many times when I am immersed in a moment - caught up in the splendor of all that greets my senses - and I long to share the moment with you.  If I could find the perfect words it would be nothing less than poetry.  That's what Mother Nature gives us... a feast of sensorial poetry and artistry.  We need only to quiet our minds and open our hearts.

Yesterday afternoon brought a brief window of sunshine, as I was out tending to afternoon chores.  I seized the moment and headed into the front pasture.  Behind me, my herd was happily munching on their afternoon snack, after having spent a few hours in the pasture much earlier in the day.

 As I sat on the cool ground, my eyes scanned the pasture around me and I listened.  Above me was the soft chortling sound of a pair of barn swallows, taking a break from their nesting project.  

There was a gentle rustle of the young leaves on the trees in the woods behind me as a cool breeze tickled my skin.  I heard the shrill call of a pileated woodpecker approaching, then caught a glimpse of his lilting flight across the pasture... each rhythmic flap of his wings propelling him slightly higher, each recovery of his wings allowing the...


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