Marshall put a Scythe in my hands and taught me how to use it. I learned about his tragic death early Friday morning just as I began scything the Solar Orchard. Marshall embodied environmentalism and the wonders and miracles of Nature like no other person. I can imagine Marshall and Henry David Thoreau and John Muir together, sharing stories, as the greatest of pals. The brilliance of Marshall's life will always shine upon Shelburne Farms.