“The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of the reapers.” HandsLastsRichFieldsWindGoldGreenAutumnReaperLush Book:The Mad Carews Source: The Mad Carews
“once a man had thrust his hands into the soil and knew the grit of it between his teeth, he felt something rise within him that was not of his day or generation, but had persisted through birth and death from a time beyond recall.” MenHandsFeltGenerationsBirthTeethSoilRecallsFarmingThrustGritBirth And Death Book:The Stone Field Source: The Stone Field
