It can seem insane to the farmer to be a farmer in July– when the flies are buzzing around your head like loud drunken satellites and you’re sweating like a mushroom on the grill, sharpening a stirrup hoe with one hand, reordering that devilish self-regenerating to-do list with the next, and then, with the third– Oh. Yeah. I’m always forgetting. We don’t have a third hand…
But I digress. All of this is just to say that when the going gets hot, I like to turn to Wendell Berry for a little bit of comfort about my life decisions. And this morsel never fails.
To be sane in a mad time
is bad for the brain, worse
for the heart.
– from the “The Mad Farmer Manifesto: The First Amendment” in The Country of Marriage (1973)
And onward hoe!