#far

Over a long time, the coming and passing of several generations, the old farm had settled into its patterns and cycles of work - its annual plowing moving from field to field; its animals arriving by birth or purchase, feeding and growing, thriving and departing. Its patterns and cycles were virtually the farm's own understanding of what it was doing, of what it could do without diminishment. This order was not unintelligent or rigid. It tightened and slackened, shifted and changed in response to the markets and the weather. The Depression had changed it somewhat, and so had the war. But through all changes so far, the farm had endured. Its cycles of cropping and grazing, thought and work, were articulations of its wish to cohere and to last. The farm, so to speak, desired all of its lives to flourish. Athey was not exactly, or not only, what is called a "landowner." He was the farm's farmer, but also its creature and belonging. He lived its life, and it lived his; he knew that, of the two lives, his was meant to be the smaller and the shorter. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#land #life #change

You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far. ↗

— Uncle Remus

#living #there-ain-t-no-place-that-far #trouble #you-can-t-run-from-trouble #life

At 6:15 she was standing on her front porch watering gardenias and watching another line of thunderstorms split and go around her. The same thing happened almost every day. Some days they came so close all she could smell was the rain. The wind whipped up dust from the fields until it drove like buckshot into the shuddering mesquites, and Clara Nell started to pray. 'Jesus,' she whispered. 'Jesus, Jesus....' But the only thing that came out of the sky was her topsoil. Every day the wind took a little more, and it hadn't rained in almost a year. ↗

— Andrew Geyer

#drought #emotional-pain #farming #heat #rural-life

Any do-gooder can save one life or a dozen by spending x dollars, but that doesn't demonstrate anything unless you've got x dollars multiplied by the total number of lives that need saving. Stopping poverty one victim at a time is like mowing a lawn one blade at a time. The problem grows faster than the cure can be applied, the only people who profit are the agencies who claim to be cutting grass while they're actually applying fertilizer. ↗

— Sheri S. Tepper

#life

Life often is a bucket of water sitting on a farmer’s porch. Our choice is in the drinking. ↗

— Harley King

#farmer #life #life-lessons #life

The wind blew my words away from you. So while I told you I love you, the phrase was carried in the opposite direction and landed 333 miles away in the ears of a confused farmer. He was nice, though. He sent me a kind letter saying that while he was flattered, I wasn’t really his type. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#distance #farmer #farmers #kindness #land

I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#love

Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#ernest-hemingway #love #love

I don't know how you say good-bye to whom and what you love. I don't know a painless way to do it, don't know the words to capture a heart so full and a longing so intense. ↗

— Laura Wiess

#goodbyes #parting #love

Maybe I’m just farsighted. The further away something is, the better I can see it but once it gets close, I lose sight of it. ↗

— Ai Yazawa

#farsighted #love #love