Cornfields by the lake
The old man in the field next to my house is hoeing his corn rows in his bare feet, Stetson hat, blue and purple tipica fabric shirt, and a woven plastic bag tied around his waist like an apron to protect his beautiful white embroidered pants. Fortunately, he is hoeing his corn residue into the earth instead of burning it.
Chemical fertilizer use has been banned around the lake because of the algae-bloom crisis. Of course, enforcement is another matter. Chemicals were introduced here in the 70’s and everyone profited in the immediate sense by increased coffee yields. So it will be hard to change this mind-set, although the older folk say the land is dying.
I think it’s time for organic farming to come to the fore. There are small existent projects already; I foresee volunteer opportunities in the future.
“ You never change things by fighting the existing Reality. To change something, build a new Model that makes the existing model obsolete.” Buckminster Fuller
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