Some can call it “old stuff”, “old fashioned”, “ancient” or any other related adjective, but will never be able to call it out of date. Here is a fragment of a book that the ones who like and want to study forage, grasslands, rangelands, have to read: Grass: The 1948 Yearbook of Agriculture. As I said before, this book opened many doors for me since I got it in my hands.
John James Ingalls (1833-1900), a Senator from Kansas, wrote “In praise of Blue Grass” for the yearbook and here is a fragment of what he taught us (for more information about J.J. Ingalls access: http://www.territorialkansasonline.org/~imlskto/cgi-bin/index.php?SCREEN=bio_sketches/ingalls_john)
[…]
Grass is the forgiveness of nature -- her constant benediction. Fields trampled with battle,
saturated with blood, torn with the ruts of cannon, grow green again with grass, and carnage is
forgotten. Streets abandoned by traffic become grass-grown like rural lanes, and are obliterated.
Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish, but grass is immortal. Beleaguered by the sullen hosts
of winter, it withdraws into the impregnable fortress of its subterranean vitality, and emerges upon
the first solicitation of spring. Sown by the winds, by wandering birds, propagated by the subtle
horticulture of the elements which are its ministers and servants, it softens the rude outline of the
world. Its tenacious fibres hold the earth in its place, and prevent its soluble components from
washing into the wasting sea. It invades the solitude of deserts, climbs the inaccessible slopes and
forbidding pinnacles of mountains, modifies climates, and determines the history, character, and
destiny of nations. Unobtrusive and patient, it has immortal vigor and aggression. Banished from the
thoroughfare and the field, it bides its time to return, and when vigilance is relaxed, or the dynasty
has perished, it silently resumes the throne from which it has been expelled, but which it never
abdicates. It bears no blazonry or bloom to charm the senses with fragrance or splendor, but its
homely hue is more enchanting than the lily or the rose. It yields no fruit in earth or air, and yet should
its harvest fail for a single year, famine would depopulate the world.[…]
“Grass: The 1948 Yearbook of Agriculture”, pg. 7
For the complete text access: http://www.grassbydesign.com/pdf/douglas.pdf
Tche loco, tava lendo todo teu blog... Parabens por tudo: pelo blog, pelas conquistas, pela jornada toda, por tudo que tu tá plantando e colhendo aí.
ResponderExcluirO pessoal nas bandas daqui do sul tá todo orgulhoso de ti! Continua firme aí, segue teu rumo e aproveita o resto dessa trip.
grande abraço,
do teu primo,
Tiago
Gracias tche! Que bom que te agradaste do blog.
ResponderExcluirMuito do que tenho conseguido na vida é devido à bela família que tenho, que me apoia, me ilumina e me inspira, fazendo-me sempre almejar a vitória e dar o melhor de mim nas minhas tarefas. Fico feliz de ter-te como primo, assim como todos os outros. Mais feliz ainda por saber das conquistas recentes da nossa família.
Um grande abraço!