As my grandfather said, "Love must be cultivated"

Love is love when loved in return
Any other is an imposter, merely infatuation
To fall in love, is to fall into the love of another
As she fell into mine and I into hers
To fall requires gravity
And love provides its own gravitas
Love must be severe for it to work
And to work is love in the truest sense

As my grandfather said, "love must be cultivated"

     A field when abandoned will shortly be consumed by the forest.

Often, I have walked within the deep woods to find an old stone wall and realized the youth of the trees around me. That, which is now covered with vines, was once a cultivated field; and so is the love of many when abandoned. Love is forgotten and only the walls remain. Covered in vines and tarnished by years; love abandoned becomes a monster which seeks to consume the adjoining field. It becomes the source of the spores that blow into another’s field and pollutes it with blight.

     Men, keep your hedge rows clean and prune your fence lines.

Ladies, never neglect to pull up the weeds. A sapling is easily uprooted, but a tree will not be removed without great damage to the land. Neglect and abuse both destroy. Both are born of the same evil parentage. Their scars are often found upon the land: one in deep furrows the other in overgrowth. Seeds that are planted and left unattended render the same nothing as the seeds driven over or plowed too deeply. Husbands and wives do you not know that you eat from the same field? You will gather not only what you sow but that which is sown by the other. So, sow what and when you desire but sow together and in season as joint laborers. For it is hard to keep one’s rows straight when sowing in the dark and all plants grow from their own roots.