Crop rotation is the practice of growing a series of dissimilar or different types of crops in the same area in sequenced seasons. It helps in reducing soil erosion and increases soil fertility and crop yield.
Crop rotation gives various nutrients to the soil. A traditional element of crop rotation is the replenishment of nitrogen through the use of green manure in sequence with cereals and other crops. Crop rotation also mitigates the build-up of pathogens and pests that often occurs when one species is continuously cropped, and can also improve soil structure and fertility by alternating deep-rooted and shallow-rooted plants. Crop rotation is one component of polyculture.
Fallow is the debut album by The Weakerthans.
It was released in 1997 on G7 Welcoming Committee Records in Canada, and in 1999 on Sub City Records in the United States.
The songs "Letter of Resignation" and "Anchorless" were originally written for Propagandhi, the band which John K. Samson left to form the Weakerthans. "Letter of Resignation" appeared on the Propagandhi/F.Y.P. split 7" and "Anchorless" on the album Less Talk, More Rock.
Epitaph Records, the band's current label, rereleased Fallow (along with Left and Leaving) in Canada on November 6, 2007.
All songs written by John K. Samson, John P. Sutton, and Jason Tait, except where noted.
Fallow is a pale brown color that is the color of sandy soil in fallow fields.
Fallow is one of the oldest color names in English. The first recorded use of fallow as a color name in English was in the year 1000. Also rooted in this older color, is Indian tradition in South Africa where it has been dubbed Ravi Brown.
Wait until the day says it's closing, and public is put away. Write by the light of a pay phone your list of "I meant to say". Like "Winter comes too soon", or "Radiators hum out of tune". Out under the Disraeli, with rusty train track ties, we'll carve new streets and sidewalks, a city for small lives, and say that we'll stay for one more year. Wait near the end of September. Wait for some stars to show. Try so hard not to remember what all empty playgrounds know: that sympathy is cruel. Reluctant jester or simpering fool. But six feet off the highway, our bare legs stung with wheat, we'll dig a hole and bury all we could not defeat, and say that we'll stay for one more year. Bend to tie a shoelace, or bend against your fear, and say that you'll stay for one more year. With so much left to seek, the lease runs out next week.