“War did not just level, it plowed the field, raising the muck and sinking the stubble.”
“There is more honor in a field well plowed than in a field steeped in blood.”
“My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.”
“How shall I raise dead men up to plow fields that are fallow? How shall I plant young olive trees?”Mikel smiled, and it was a beautiful smile. “One tree at a time,” He said.”
“You can't plow a field simply by turning it over in your mind.”
“William got up and went over to the window. Outside, the autumn fields lay pleasingly striped with stubble and speckled with partridges.”