The Landscape Of Any Farm Is The

Wilderness Is A Resource Which Can Shrink But Not Grow.

Agricultural Science Is Largely A Race Between The Emergence Of New Pests And The Emergence Of New Techniques For Their Control.

The Government Tells Us We Need Flood Control And Comes To Straighten The Creek In Our Pasture. The Engineer On The Job Tells Us The Creek Is Now Able To Carry Off More Flood Water, But In The Process We Have Lost Our Old Willows Where The Owl Hooted On A Winter Night And Under Which The Cows Switched Flies In The Noon Shade. We Lost The Little Marshy Spot Where Our Fringed Gentians Bloomed.

If The Land Mechanism As A Whole Is Good Then Every Part Is Good, Whether We Understand It Or Not.

He Who Hopes For Spring With Upturned Eye Never Sees So Small A Thing As Draba. He Who Despairs Of Spring With Downcast Eye Steps On It, Unknowing. He Who Searches For Spring With His Knees In The Mud Finds It, In Abundance.