Elon-gation nation.

"There are some men for whom a tree has no reality until they think of cutting it down, for whom an animal has no value until it enters the slaughterhouse, men who never look at anything until they decide to abuse it and who never even notice what they do not want to destroy.  These men can hardly know the silence of love: for their love is the absorption of another person's silence into their own noise.  And because they do not know the silence of love, they cannot know the silence of god, Who is Charity, Who cannot destroy what he loves.  Those who love their own noise are impatient of everything else...The urgency of their swift movement seems to ignore the tranquillity of nature by pretending to have a purpose."  ----Thomas Merton

The one pictured below is Elon.  His Grandfather's land and house is pictured above.  The stairs are from the first church.  The tree is his grandfather's legacy of fruit trees.  The grave stone is one of many Confederate's graves.  They came after the civil war and they died of yellow fever.  Elon gets his haircut at the tall skinny barber shop.  "I often fall asleep during my hair cut."  Elon loves the land and Forest Home community.  He exudes indebtedness from a smile titled "strongest meekness."  His passion imprints admiration,  for  Elon lives in Forrest Home pastly, presently, and futurely.  He assuredly hollers along all sides of the road.  "My friends say I need to place a waving hand on my hood."  His demeanor entices complete trust and ethical rightness.  We told him he should be the mayor.  He states, "They all say I would win, but then I'd give away all the community's money."  People worry about him being taken advantage of.  Elon does not worry about his service to family and Forest Home.  Elon recycles the wood from his late grandfathers house to build his  own.  He taught at the school he grew up in, but wanted to teach the kids how to garden.  The school didn't have garden room for this, so he came to Belcampo's Farm.  He knows what leaves to put on a swollen injury.  He knows what nuts to grade for stomach sickness.  He knows how to grow brown algae for shrimp.  Smiling, "I used to work on a shrimp farm."  He will observe the silence of clouds moving without a requirement of an airplane jet and does not look at the possibility of how this land will serve him.  He is a steward.  A wonderful steward.