A lifetime’s knowledge shimmers on the face of the land in the mind of a person who knows. The history of a place is the mind of an old man or an old woman who knows it, walking over it, and it is never fully handed on to anybody else…

— WB

Four generations, 87 years apart • Wendell sits on the porch with his great grandmother. A lifelong, content, stay-in-place farmer, she is the closest thing to a Wendell Berry that I know.