I am endlessly fascinated with all things different, odd, or unexplained, which prompted me to wonder about crop circles yesterday afternoon as I watched Pat maneuver the tractor around the south 20 mowing down the now dry grass and weeds. After five hours of repetitive back and forth passes he managed to cut about a third of the twenty acres without creating a single straight line. This was not without trying; and as he said, "cutting a straight 200' line is difficult if not impossible, let me see you do it." It's not that I don't believe him. I'm sure it is indeed difficult to maintain accuracy with such distances, especially when there are obstacles like badger holes and boulders that must be avoided.
But what I am saying is that I don't believe the argument that the mysterious crop circles are products of human engineering and intelligence, especially when you consider that these phenomena occur in the middle of the night. I'm just saying that if a circle appears in my field, I will know with no uncertainty that no one around here had anything to do with it. And so it is.
The Well: A source of water, nourishment, life. The Well: Those who live in-ease rather than dis-ease. The Well: That which we strive to be.
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