© Marie Marshall
satis satis…does the word satisfaction come from it… ? my aunt and uncle used to be farmers… they always seemed to have all the time of the world, even though they had not… i think it’s the closeness with nature…
Latin ‘satis’ – enough, ‘facere’ – to make.
and the crops will grow by magic? farming is maybe worse than any other job in that it offers the most amazing fairy tale charm seductions, but the actual doing is an amazing pain in the ass.and knees, but still, i’ll pluck apples and snip zucchini for a shack in the back and a water well.
I find hills tend to take care of themselves, though.
fairy tales and the sound of music, except to the farmer who actually does the work.
The poem’s ironic, by the way.
I find anywhere devoid or at least nearly devoid of concrete to be worth the work. If a baby calf would lick my hand, my day would be made.
There’s one on its way round.
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