I grew up in western Oregon, just outside Eugene, on 27 wooded acres that served as my playground.
A thousand acres that can feed a thousand souls is better than ten thousand acres of no more effect.
You’ve got a global food problem. You’ve got a food problem in the United States. You’ve got a food problem in Africa… in Asia. And so the truth is, the U.S. is going to have to produce more, on not very many more acres, honestly. And so we’re going to have to do a better job.
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
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