“…make sure he farms well, lest the pastures become waterlogged, the soil exhausted…” -Ken Follet, The Pillars of the Earth
The perpetrators of modern farming could learn much from medieval monks. When his ruined soil (Why crop rotate when you can chemically fertilize?) from huge fields (Remember hedgerows?) blows into the next county (Remember the dustbowl?), your local agribusinessman will suddenly call hisself a “farmer” and stick his hand out for yet ‘nother gov-mint subsidy (onliest thing keepin’ stuff sproutin’ is buncha pee-vits playn-tid at taxpayer offense…I mean…expense).
Hedgerow: Usta control wind/water erosion and provide habitat for bug-eating birds. Now hinders huge combines; the birds all be day-id (soil fumigation).
Fumigation: Clad inna haz-mat suit and respirator, someone who snuck here injects death into the dirt. Onna plus side: them green beans glow inna dark Bon appetit.