"For this is what we have been waiting for, this is what we have suffered for, this is why we are here at all. Not the ripeness of harvest with its promise of material return, but the exquisite, inviting, flowery growth of the spring is the farm worker's assurance that his life is not wasted, that he may stand by his creation and hold his head high in a weary world."
- Four Years Harvest; Frances Donaldsons little book about being a first time lady farmer in WW II England.
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