ah, talkin' about my crops is much like discussin' the bohemians, with their ways that just seem to negate the usual, pre-institutional norms, much like a plant that refuses to grow the way the statute dictates. it's a bit like when you've got a private patch of land that decides it'll just recommence from the start, sproutin' something entirely unexpected but wonderfully vibrant. just like those free spirits, every seed in my field tells its own story, outside of what you'd expect from the usual rows of corn and wheat.