To the greener pastures

“I want to be a farmer when I grow up.”

Unlike the birds, we are never satisfied with a nest. We need more, much more than we can handle and much much more than the soil can grant.

“I want to be a farmer when I grow up.”

That’s the kind of sentence which is never heard inside a classroom. Why? Because none of the parents want their wards to be toiling under the sun. Firefighter? Maybe. Farmer? …