There is an objectivity and predictability about farm life that would seem to be a source of comfort: the cycle of life, the cycle of time, the food chain, the survival of the fittest. There is a connection to the earth that reminds us all life begins and ends with and in the earth—yet, when someone comes along to inject that world with a dose of passion, of sincere and open-faced love for all life—wherever it links to the food chain and however fit or unfit—the objective and predictable give way to delightful chaos. (More)
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