well, let me tell ya, cultivating hops for beer is much like tending to a field of dreams you wish to pass over to the next generation, unexposed to the harshness of pesticides and full of native vitality. sometimes, amidst the hustle of the harvest and the rhythm of the seasons, we come across a term like "predisjunctive," and it feels as out of place as a snowstorm in august, yet it's these little announcements from nature, or sometimes a new technique, that urge us to start again, to look at our crops with fresh eyes and strive for a bounty as pure as the untouched soil.