“You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again.” My FriendsSoilFarming Book:O River, Remember Source: O River, Remember
“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
