I found this entry several weeks ago in “The New England Farmer; A Monthly Journal Devoted to Agriculture, Horticulture, and their Kindred Arts and Sciences;” 1855. I keep returning to it, imagining the benefits of this agricultural lifestyle – and time for thought in the fields. I’m sure I’m romanticizing it a bit, but trading in my morning commute with irate drivers and accidents for time out in the fields reflecting or sitting in front of a blazing fire doesn’t seem like such a bad trade off.