Blessed Be the Deeply Rooted

on the roots of corn and live oaks, on trusting too much on our own ability

Photo by Kimmy Williams on Unsplash

My father grew many crops on the farm: soybeans and wheat, peanuts and corn. Some years he would plant sunflowers for a dove shoot in the fall. If the price was right, these crops were sold. Most of the time what was planted and harvested would become food for the hogs, the primary income…