A long time ago, an old farmer went travelling to lands she’d never been. She’d been farming all her life, so when her own farms were independently alive and thriving with other farmers that she’d trained able to take care of those farms without her, she decided to take a look outside of her farms and explore other lands.

One day, after walking through busy streets for weeks, she came across a semi-barren land where several young farmers were trying to cultivate and live off on.

With little experience and knowledge, they had been working on that land for many months without much progress. Even the water irrigation system was poorly installed, which made it difficult for any seed they’d been planting to grow to their fullest.
The old farmer took a closer look at the situation and saw what needed to be done.

“This land has lots of potential,” she said to the young farmers. “When you’re planting a tree, think of a forest.”

A young woman interrupted her, “the system we have now is working for us. We don’t want a forest, we want whatever we’re planting to grow!”

“Very well,” she didn’t argue. Instead, she offered her farming labour, in exchange for food and boarding. She planted and planted, her own way, fixed the irrigation, and planted some more.

As she was farming, she was also training other young farmers who were willing. She didn’t have to explain much, a lot of it is really common sense, but she noticed that the younger generation has lost touch with the earth, and so she did her best to reconnect them the way she knew ho

“With or without us, this earth will live,” she told them one day. “Treating this land with respect is not for the benefit of the land itself, but for our own health and livelihood.” She continued to say that we’d be mistaken if we thought the land was supposed to serve us by giving us food and shelter. It is in fact us, the humans, who ought to serve the land with which we depend on. Therefore, when a particular plot of land is not “providing”, we mustn’t be angry at the land. Instead, we must ask ourselves, “are we treating the land right for food to grow in the first place?”

Days went by, and then weeks. The cultivated land had started to bear fruit. The people who lived off that land could begin enjoying the results of not just the right amount of work, but the right worldview and the right attitude.

When she saw that the young farmers are able to thrive on their own, the old farmer decided it’s time to move on. Like Nanny McPhee, she stays when she’s needed but not wanted, and leaves when she’s wanted but no longer needed.

She woke up shortly before sunrise one morning and left the farm to their rightful caretakers, autonomously thriving and growing for many more years to come.

The end.