"As we prepare for months of coldness and early dark, let us reflect upon the the time to come next year when the earth and its seasons are reborn with fresh vigour.
Oh silence of heavenly morn, shine down upon all the natural goodness of the land below and bring the farmer's harvest to full fruition. Wake up his barley and wheat with the warning of the thresher's blade in the distance as it approaches to cut off their heads and extract the oils from their sunflower stem. And when the day is done let us retreat in unison as earth's flock. Let birds fly to quieter fields, let rabbits and field mice go into burrowed hiding once more as the farmer's machinery splutters back into silence, and let sleepy heads of children on pillows peacefully lie as the sun sets across the valley until the rise of another dawn." William Forde: November 18th, 2013.