If I were to plow/plough my own fields, I’d plow it to get work done. The plow with its cultivator teeth of uppercase W’s. But I’d plough for the sheer joy of it, as an expression or lifestyle. The market would no doubt respond more favourably to the plow. But what of the plough? Well it would win over gourmets and those who live to eat. It would be met with approval if brought up over cream tea. As all ploughing would be done to the soundtrack of Pachelbel’s “Canon in D”. It is the ploughman who wells with a fullness of being who can say, “for today I have ploughed.”