On your small piece of land, you have planted and replanted your vineyard.
Cultivating the earth has been the only skill you have ever mastered.
And yet, after Spring, when the rains come again in Autumn, never has your land produced.
Discouraged, one year, you let the earth rest.
And planted again the next.
And again, for all your labor, no yield.
So you slaughtered your last lamb, too.
Now, it is too late in your life to master another skill.
You plant again, no longer knowing why save that cultivating the earth is all you know–
knowing, in the least, what harvest season will not bring.