I live in a beautiful area surrounded by farmland. As growth encroaches it may not be for much longer but while I still get to see furrows of dirt, acres and acres of different crops growing throughout the year (the advantage of an Arizona winter) I am so thankful for farmers. It is such an easy thing to take for granted as I go to the store and pick up food without a thought about the hours of labor that produced the wonderful fruits, vegetables, and meats. When I walk out of my apartment at times and my nose is assaulted with the pungent odor of manure I stop before I can complain because I know that the land around our area is being plowed for a new crop to turn those furrows of dirt into something lush and green that will sustain life. Brett Brian wrote; "Farming is a profession of hope." I am so thankful to those who haven't walked away from the land and go out each day with faith that what they plant will help them reap a harvest. Farmers are a blessing.
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