I sometimes fear the younger generation will be deprived of the pleasures of hoeing; there is no knowing how many souls have been formed by this simple exercise. The dry earth like a great scab breaks, revealing moist-dark loam -- the pea-root's home, a fertile wound perpetually healing. How neatly the great weeds go under! The blade chops the earth new. Ignorant the wise boy who has never rendered thus the world fecunder. John Updike