What we lose in our great human exodus from the land is a rooted sense, as deep and intangible as religious faith, of why we need to hold on to the wild and beautiful places that once surrounded us.

“Most people of my grandparents' generation had an intuitive sense of agricultur…”

“Love weighs nothing.”

“Absence of that knowledge has rendered us a nation of wary label-readers, oddly…”

“My thoughts kept straying onto random paths...hoping to get lost in a thicket.”