My Captain, O, Captain

Our season has barely begun;
The fields have weathered every storm, the seeds we sought are sown;
The plants are near, the emails I hear, the people are exulting,
While follow eyes the steady wheel, the tractor grim and daring:

But, O plants! plants! plants!
O the sprouting of the seeds,
Where on the tractor my Captain lies,
Alive, healing and weeds.

My Captain, O Captain! get off and smell the earth;
Bend down--for you the family is flung--for you it is a new birth;
For you bouquets and dirty sinks--for you the kitchens come a calling:
For you they want, the steady in their presence, the emails keep on coming.

Here Captain! dea(r)l landlord!
This rent check is still coming:
Can't you give me some more time?
I've gotten some bad seeds.

My Captain does not answer, and therein lies his power;
His father could not, would not, and by default he cowered;
His mother is anchored safe and sound, her voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, her grandson dear, comes in with all it won;

Exult, O the fields, and fine, Celebrate!
The normal and Divine.
For well we are all here,
Not just good but fine.

By Fruit Alone

We're all CTD in the words of the late, too bad for us, lucky for him, George Carlin, that is, i.e. Circling The Drain. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to take a look around and observe the obvious. No, we can all observe that quite well. If we choose. And most do not. Because it's just too full of pain. Not just painful but really full of pain.

No, I'd rather not get too attached to the results. Or the "outcome" as George would say. And farming has taught me that. And yes, it is farming. Not gardening. And yes, I am a Farmer. Beyond a gardener. Not that there's anything wrong with that. There's not. And sometimes, many times, I wish I were just doing that. Gardening. For me. For my family. But I must save India. I just didn't know it would be so hard. Really. Hard. And so, here I am. Loving it. Hating it. Enjoying it. Not wanting to do it. Sorry that I signed on for this. All these vegetables. Vegetables that I truly love. I could live by vegetables alone. And maybe a little gin. Well, even gin is from juniper berries. Close enough. Yes, I could live by vegetables (and a little fruit alone).