Farmers noticed a dense ploughpan beneath the topsoil that was preventing root growth.

The meadow was dotted with ploughman's spikenard, its yellow flowers nodding in the breeze.

At dawn the humble farmer plougheth his field, trusting the soil to yield its blessing.

After the harvest, the ploughmen's lunches were laid out on the hay bales for everyone to share.

We ordered several ploughman's lunches to share at the outdoor market.

The ploughmen worked from dawn, tracing neat furrows across the frost-covered field.