One of the books I am currently reading is The Pine Island Paradox by Kathleen Dean Moore. I just read her thoughts on gratitude. They are worth sharing.
Gratitude is a kind of seeing, an awareness of the magnitude of the gift of this earth. To see the world gratefully is to be endlessly surprised by the bare fact of it, its beauty and power and everlastingness. Gratitude is attentiveness. It’s easy to move through the world and never notice how a shifting wind changes the air from salt to cedar, easy to overlook the invisible moon that moves the tides. To be grateful is to stand with stinging eyes and reddening nose in the northwest wind, taking it in – really this, taking it in – the expanse of dunes and dusk and each blade of beach grass drawing a circle on the sand.
A tribute to farmers on Labor Day.
By Katelyn Thomas
Agritourism Intern, N. C. State University Senior studying Agricultural Business Management and Economics
It is a part of your DNA. It flows in your blood. It has shaped you into the person that you are today. Agriculture will always be a part of your life. Each and every day of each and every year you pull on your boots and head out the door because you do not have off days. Actually, you never even leave the office. There is no clocking in and clocking out, but the thing is you would not have it any other way.
Farmers are the backbone of America. Individuals like you work day in and day out to produce food, fiber, and fuel for the rest of the population. You have witnessed everything from the miracle of life to the power of a good rainfall. It is not something that just any one can do; it takes a special person to pursue a lifestyle in agriculture.
The majority of people have no comprehension of the life you live. They have never had a workday that begins before the sun rises and ends long after the moon has taken its place. They have never gotten a call at four in the morning because one of the animals is ill. They have never gathered their children to pull pigweed from a field. The days are long and they take their toll emotionally and physically.
Is it worth it? The question never even crosses your mind. Your fondest memories are riding in tractors with your children. You take pride in selling produce that will end up on the plates of families in your community. The lessons you have learned didn’t come from reading the pages of a textbook, but by working alongside your family. When you think of it this way you wouldn’t change a thing.
It is the life of a small population of people. It is life in agriculture. This is the life you live. You make a larger impact than you could ever imagine. You do not hear it nearly as often as you should, but thank you. Thank you for everything you do! Happy Labor Day!
“The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
From “Poems (V),” Emily Dickinson