From the first chapter:
"Twenty years ago, a little past the age of forty, I was living in a small apartment in New York City, working as a project manager for a consulting firm, wearing a jacket and tie to the office every day. It didn't feel good. I had never aspired to be a member of the corporate world, but somehow that's where I ended up. I had little affection for the work I was doing and seldom experienced any feelings of pride or fulfillment. Rather, I felt like an impostor, obliged to feign interest and enthusiasm much of the time.
"I also felt that time was running out, that I was moving rapidly into middle age, that my life was getting used up with not much to show for it.… Most mornings, as I got nearer to the office, a heaviness would settle into the pit of my stomach. Finally, there I was. I'd be going up in the elevator, but my spirits were coming down as I readied myself for the hours that lay ahead. There was nothing wrong with the work I was doing. But it wasn't for me.
"Today I am a farmer, a grower of organic vegetables and herbs, and I can honestly say that I am a happier man. True, I work more hours, have no company retirement plan or paid vacation, and have more things to worry about. But I have less back trouble than I used to; I rarely catch a cold; and I have almost forgotten what it's like to be down with the flu. I enjoy good food and a midday nap and I sleep soundly at night.… My life is now more full, more varied, and more interesting. Often it is more demanding and exhausting, but it is always more real. I've never for one moment thought of going back to the old days.
"It started as a yearning; to live on a piece of land, closer to nature; to work outside with my body as well as my brain; to leave behind a world of briefcases, computers, corporate clients, and non-opening windows.… Ten or twenty acres of land — a small farm, a place with lots of life on it, a place to put down roots and live more in accord with my environmental inclinations — seemed like the ticket.
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"I hope this sentiment will grow and spread. And I hope it will induce others — the young and not-so-young men and women who are looking for a change in life — to give farming a try. It's a challenge, to be sure, and a bit of a gamble, too, but it might put some spunk and spirit into your life."
From the epilogue:
"But for whatever reasons — temperamental, philosophical, or perhaps some misalignment of heavenly bodies at my birth — I must admit to a certain recurring disenchantment with the human enterprise, especially as it manifests itself in the various concentrations of power and greed that shape our lives. I fear that we have got ahead of ourselves somehow, that we have too much hubris and destructive might for our own well-being and the well-being of the planet and that ultimately we are at great risk of running amok on a very large scale. I fear for my fellow man but my sympathies also lean, increasingly, toward nature, from which we humans seem eager to divorce ourselves and abrogate all sense of stewardship, even as we overwhelm, exploit, and abuse it.…
"A small farm is, I believe, a place where one can work to develop an ecological consciousness and live in some measure of harmony with one's surroundings, without withdrawing from the rest of humanity to the extent that Candide did. I believe it is possible to both cultivate one's garden and remain engaged in human society. Growing vegetables for market requires that I keep one foot grounded in practical and hardscrabble world of commerce and competition. But, so long as I can keep my balance, the other foot will stay firmly planted on the good earth from which I draw sustainance, inspiration, and instruction.
"For these reasons and in these times, I commend the farming life, even if only in gesture."