every morning, as i wander through the fields, it's a reminder of how hobbies, like gardening, are similar to the unspoken bond between the earth and the farmer. we might look like we're giving the cold shoulder to the hustle of city life, prefering the predissolutionary peace of the rural dawn. yet, in our quiet, we share a passion that's akin to starting from scratch, nurturing our crops from seed to harvest, just as a hobbyist might cultivate their interest into a skill over time.