Ode To The Farmer
I know, I know. It has been awhile since my last post and you missed me. I know and that’s ok. I missed you too…alright enough sucking up, time to get to why you clicked on this.
Just a heads up, this one is written for the people in major cities and suburbs.
So as you all know from my Friday Night Special article, I have a special place in my heart for ‘Dive bars’. Well, I also have a special spot for down to earth hard working people and that is what this article is all about.
During my time away I learned a lot about people and their general rhythm of life. I work alongside a rather under-appreciated industry, agriculture. ‘But C.S. what do you mean ‘under-appreciated industry?’ People, now more then ever before, are more aware of what they are eating and where it comes from,’ I hear you say. That is a very good point random stranger on the internet, and voice in my head. People indeed are well aware of where their food comes from and what is in it…so much so that when you hear someone in a diner asking the waitress how the eggs were raised you have to stop eating and look at what kind of person just asked that question. Then you look over and they are wearing skinny jeans, ironic thick black framed glasses, along with a tight fitting t-shirt, matching tight-fitting jacket, and leather dress shoes…That was a long one, sorry, but really Leather dress shoes and this person wants to be ‘friendly’ to the animals. Anyway, yes we know a heck of a lot about our food.
We do know a lot about our food and where it comes from, but when you think about it we kind of gloss over the farmers who grow and raise our food. For the most part, when someone thinks of a farmer, they think ‘country music’ and they just restate what they hear in a song from the radio. Perhaps one might think of a man in some kind of hat, straw or cowboy, looking over his fields as the sun sets. If either one of these sounds like what you think of keep reading I’m going to teach you some stuff about farmers.
Farmers, they have a steady rhythm of life. They do their job and they do it well. If something needs to be done they will do it. Their truck breaks down, they will do their damnedest to fix it themselves…I don’t think I am doing the farmers justice in this description… Farmers are some of the most amazing people I have ever met. They have a way of making you feel at home and part of the family in just a few words of speaking to them. Farmers are up before dawn and don’t go to bed until well after night has set in, this is especially true during harvest season.
Farmers are not glamorous, nor are they flashy. They are hardworking men and women who stand by their beliefs, whatever those may be; political, religious, or otherwise. They always say good food is made with love; well I can tell you the food you eat and the ingredients you use every day is grown with a lot of love and care. If you ever find yourself talking to a farmer, I don’t know your life, make sure to thank them for the job they do because otherwise, you would go hungry.
If you are a farmer or are part of a family of farmers, On behalf of Weekly Sports World I would like to say thank you for the work you do.