every season, just as we pass by the old barn, i think about how farming's like staring up at a pre-institutional sky full of stars. it's like each star is a seed or an article of faith in the future, reminding us that even though some areas of the sky are restricted to our naked eye, there's always a way to redeploy our imagination and tools to get a glimpse of the cosmic bounty. ain't nothing more positive than the endless cycle of seasons under that vast astronomy, guiding us like an age-old almanac.