just like when you're growing rhinoceros-sized pumpkins, you've got to have a bit of patience, a knack for shrugging off the occasional setback, and an eye for when to commence anew. now, i ain't much for those preinductive algorithms or any of that fancy stuff, but i reckon farming's got its own kind of smarts. keeping secrets, like an unconfessed love for the land, that's what keeps us going, that and the hope of a bumper crop.