When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then the Gentleman?

I started as an organic gardener before Organic [Tm] Plc was born, before respect for life was hijacked and turned into a commercial vehicle. Before accountants and lawyers and inspectors and bureaucrats sucked it dry; when growing was a joy. We saw it as a transformative process, a spiritual journey for ourselves and all the organisms we influenced. The food that we took from the process was returned, transformed and life was enriched. Ah... the hippy dream, so pure, so doomed. The process is now more mundane, prosaic and necessarily so for in this age of austerity freedom for vegetables can no longer be tolerated. Like a scene from 'Gattica' all seed has to certificated along with composts, feeds, cultivation methods.....the same plant grown from the same seed in the same soil will be considered 'Organic' if in the ground but not if in a pot. I have no guidance as to how large a pot has to be before it is no longer a pot, planet sized? Bureaucatic categories are infinite. You can see the Mouldewaper in me emerging, the iconoclast, unaware of the class boundaries I speak it as I see it. When applying for a job once in Devon I was shown the Garden by the Designer and 'the idiot son' a minor scion of the clan, both nobility; after being shown the accommodation in the village, very nice and with a garden for the children, but totally unfurnished, I was informed that I could live there for 6 months then I would have to move to a small and wind blasted agricultural semi at the top of the hill. When I queried the move asked for more money the response was

for goodness sake what do you expect, you're only a gardener

and of course in their terms this was just a statement of fact; an elucidation of the class difference that existed between us. For me it was the difference between bringing up a family in decent conditions or being reduced to cattle. Respect, an acknowledgement of the right to be differently equal. An old fashioned concept for a time before Thatcher {PMT}. Respect in our modern Britain means 'I have more money than you so I am better than you, I am right and you are wrong'. Respect for life, all life, is pretty central to the Mouldewaper creed; if we have one, because we are all different but for a knowledge known by those that work the land. There is a reality that underpins the social reality of Humans, it is the way that the natural world works, it is harsh, remorseless, cruel and unfair; but it works and has done for millions of years. This reality doesn't care about status, a commoner can grow a better carrot than a lord. So Mouldewapers follow the tradition as did Diggers and Levellers, they have been here for a thousand years and failing the advent of the 'Federation' will be with us for another thousand years.