They Doubted His Pine Trees Until Nineteen Eighty Eight Proved Him Right

because plain words had built everything he knew.

“Trees won’t save a bad plan,” he said. “They won’t make rain. They won’t pay your note next week. They’re slow. They’re work. Some will die. You’ll replant. Folks may laugh.”

A few men looked down.

“But land remembers what you do for it. Maybe not today. Maybe not next year. But it remembers.”

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