I put every hour, every dollar, every ounce of hope into this land. Then one hailstorm in July flattens the whole season in twenty minutes. I stand at the edge of the field looking at months of work destroyed by weather I never had a say in, and I don't know how to keep giving my all to something so out of my hands.
More people experience this than they realize.
You pour everything into the land and the weather can still wipe out a whole season overnight.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.