Being Kind to the Land.

• Author: Berry, Wendell
• Position: Essay

MY FATHER DEVOTED much of his life to the politics of tobacco, which was the staple crop of small farmers here in Kentucky, but he was not a promoter of tobacco. What he promoted, in passionate speeches to me and others during the fifty-odd years I knew him, was grass and grazing. His reason for this was sound, and it was urgent. We lived and farmed in a landscape of slopes, varying from gentle to steep, but everywhere vulnerable to erosion. In our country, a plow quickly could become a weapon. And so the kind of farming my father subscribed to, which was fairly well established here during the years of my growing up, involved cattle, sheep, hogs, and (until the middle of the last century) work horses and mules on pasture.

And so I am--for all I know, genetically--a lover of grass. Or, to be more precise, I am a lover of sod, a compound organism consisting of topsoil covered by growing plants and held together by perennial roots, populated by grasses, legumes, weeds (many of which are palatable, or inoffensive, and beautiful), birds, animals, bugs, worms, and tons of invisible soil organisms. A good sod, healthy and not overgrazed, is a sponge, gathering the rain, holding it, releasing it slowly. It is kind to the land it grows on, kind to the local watershed, kind to the people and other creatures downstream. Land under a healthy, well-kept sod is safe; it will grow richer and healthier year after year; it is not going to wash away. A farmer whose fields are well sodded will wake in the night, hear the hard rain coming down, and go comfortably back to sleep.

[ILLUSTRATION OMITTED]

When the rain strikes sod, it does not loosen the soil and run off as a muddy slurry. It clings in droplets to the standing plants. It soaks into the thatch of dead foliage. It seeps into the open pores of the ground. Nature's way, which ought to be the human way, is to retain the maximum amount of the rainfall, and then to release the surplus as slowly as possible. Thus the good health of a watershed becomes the good fortune of downstream farms and towns.

By the time I was experienced enough to understand the wisdom of my father's advocacy of grass, I had also traveled enough to know that it applied far beyond our own countryside. I have seen shocking plowland erosion here in my home neighborhood, but I have seen it just as bad in Iowa. As a rule--and this is a rule we have ignored at tremendous cost--all farmland needs to lie under perennial cover for a...