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I was actually a little cleaner than this |
It was a Monday…one of THOSE Mondays…
…I was commiserating with the bank teller over that fact
when she said,
“Oh….I wish it was still the weekend! I had such a great weekend. I wish it had never ended. What did YOU do this weekend? “
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Early morning at the Market |
When I told her that we spent Saturday at the Farmers’
Market, her face clouded a bit.
“Saturday? You had to
work on Saturday?”
“Well, yeah…that’s what I do. Saturday is our big day for sales.”
A little furrow formed between her brows. “Ugh..not me.
What do you do on other days? …wait…do you have to work EVERY day? I mean..do farmers have to work all the time?”
I was more than a little surprised. For Pete’s sake…this is an agricultural
county. My word! Agriculture is the number one industry in the whole state! Honestly, I thought "everybody went to VATech". (well, not really...)
“Of course,” I said, “the animals have to eat…there are
things to pick and/or plant, chores to do…”
Her eyes glazed over.
“no way! I couldn’t do that! You have to work EVERY SINGLE DAY? REALLY?!”
"Well…yeah…I mean, it’s what I do, how I make my living…it’s
part of who I am…and I really like it..."
Somewhere along the
way she simply stopped listening. My
life sounded too hard, too demanding…too much like WORK to her. That made me more than a little sad because this is a great life. I spent part of my career way back in the dim and distant past as a bank teller, I remember all too well having to wear hose and heels everyday, listening to customer complaints and enduring the office politics, so I could truly understand why NOBODY would want to do that every day!
But, the fact is that
every single farmer spends at least
a part of
every single day focusing on some aspect of growing and providing
food or other farm products. …and that’s a good thing!
A VERY GOOD THING!
While there was no convincing the bank teller that I really
like what I do…that other folks enjoy this work as well…and without our efforts
everyone else would be cold, hungry and naked…it reminded me again how very
different we are from the non-farm residents in the county, the state, the
COUNTRY.
When the outside temperature is in the teens, the wind is
blowing a gale and snow is drifting past the windows, we can’t just sit there
with our coffee and enjoy the scenery.
There is feed, hay or water to haul.
There are eggs to protect from freezing. Here on the hill, lambs are
born in the winter, while many of our neighbors are in the middle of calving
season. All those babies require at least some sort of care and maintenance. We have to harvest things for Winter Sales on a weekly basis. Our winter
harvest is determined by our fall planting and crop protection. It demands a level of creativity and commitment
far beyond that of summer gardening. All of these chores require us to “suit
up” and face the elements. Hats, gloves, jackets, overalls are often draped all around the woodstove in hopes they will dry before we head out once again.
In the heat of summer, the battle with the elements is far
different, but when handled correctly allows us an abundant harvest despite the
dirt and sweat and sometimes very taxing physical effort. With a little
creative effort (and plenty of freezer space) we can provide garden goodness
for ourselves and our customers in the dead of winter.
Yes, it would be far easier to slide into my
heated (or air-conditioned) car and head out to a climate-controlled cubicle
where I could put in my eight hours and head back home again, perhaps making a
stop along the way to pick up supper and/or be entertained for the evening. I'm guessing my salary would be far more impressive, too. No...I KNOW that salary would be FAR more impressive! But, for some reason (and, yes, I’ll admit…
on a bad day I would be hard pressed to identify that reason) this is what I
want to do.
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Have I mentioned the FOOD?
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I like feeling productive.
I like hard work and sweat (!) and enjoying the fruit of my labors. I
appreciate a job well done. That sense
of accomplishment at the end of a long day or an arduous project is deeply
gratifying. Did I say that I really like my co-worker? Happy, well-fed family and customers bring me great joy. The sight
of a healthy, abundant crop that is the direct result of MY/OUR efforts defies
description.
When you love what you do...it really doesn't seem like you have to work every day, making it easy to be THANKFUL on this Thursday.