Farm stand, Route 22, White Creek, N.Y.

“Our bond is no little economy based on the exchange

of my life and work for yours, so much for so much

of an expendable fund. We don’t know what its limits are –

that puts us in the dark. We are more together than we know, how else could we keep on

discovering we are more together than we thought?

You are the known way leading always to the unknown,

and you are the known place to which the unknown is always

leading me back. More blessed in you than I know,

I possess nothing worthy to give you, nothing

not belittled by my saying that I possess it.

Even an hour of love is a moral predicament, a blessing

a man may be hard up to be worthy of. He can only

accept it, as a plant accepts from all the bounty of the light

enough to live, and then accepts the dark,

passing unencumbered back to the earth, as I

have fallen time and again from the great strength

of my desire, helpless, into your arms.”

– Wendell Berry.