There’s nothing prettier than a hay field. If we treated haying as profit center, just counting dollars out and dollars in, it probably wouldn’t make sense to do it. But to smell the hay, to see the green fields,
to hoist each and every bale with your hands, to see it stacked in the barn and to know you did that – it enriches your soul in a way a dollar can never do.
From Our Town by Thornton Wilder.
Doctor Gibbs: “What do you want to do after school’s over?”
George: “Why you know, Pa. I want to be a farmer on Uncle Luke’s farm.”
Doctor Gibbs: “You’ll be willing, will you, to get up early and milk and feed the stock … and you’ll be able to hoe and hay all day?”
George: “Sure I will.”
I don’t know about me, but I’m sure Tom is able to.
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