Farming is the place

Farming is the place for the quick thinker who can slow down for seasons, who can wait on generations. Someone who pauses for quails and pheasants to fly, watches that young rabbits run ahead of the mowing, has time for the laughter of sons and daughters on the wagons, who feels beauty, hears nature as the accompaniment as well as the reward of labor, who studies what lies at hand in the field (the row, the swath, the furrow) while seeing to the hills, a long distance.