As much as I may think of myself as a farmer, I'm not. And that is why, every weekend, I pay homage to those who are.
To those people who get up at 3am to make it to the farmers' market and then - come rain, wind or too few people - sell their hard-grown fruits and vegetables with a smile.
To those people who save some of their farmland for the pollinators and the wildlife. Who plant flowers to help bees find forage. (I make it a point to buy your flowers!)
To those who dare to grow something so old it is new. Who preserve heirloom varieties and offer up beans special enough to be named "Old Indian Woman" or radishes called after a watermelon.
Whenever my family travels, we look for the beautiful people. They cannot be found at expensive hotels or five star restaurants. Instead, look to the local farmers' markets. To the people with dirt under their nails, with tired shoulders and hair perpetually tied in a pony tail. Farmers markets are where the beautiful people are! The people willing to fight for good food, healthy soil and biodiverse ecosystems.
Thank you, farmers, everywhere.