Now that I think for myself, I don't see the rationality, and I don't admire the process. The market makes food look cheap only by not counting all the costs. I don't stay on this farm because brome grass swishes. That's a fringe benefit. Fuzzy rows of carrots streak to the west, flanking scalloped tufts of green and red lettuces.
Massive cabbage leaves gradually hug themselves into a big ball.
Enormous heirloom tomatoes hang voluptuously on avenues of trellising. To gaze at the lush display of textures, forms, colors, to notice the daily changes, is a privilege of being a farmer. Peterson is not farming a monocrop straight to the horizon by tractor at night. Fresh food, straight from farm to kitchen. Payment direct from consumer to farmer, no middlemen, a decent living for the farmer.