Today's Tuesday's Tribute is to the farmers of the world. Admittedly, I don't think about farmers very often. Living in the middle of a big city doesn't lend to random, stray farmer thoughts.
But now that Spring has arrived, hubby and I are itching to grow things. We got half decent results last year, but it wasn't overly impressive. Let's be honest, if we had to live off of what we'd grown, we'd be very hungry.
The thought of having to grow all of my own food, knowing I suck at it, made me realize just how much I need and appreciate farmers. Overalls and all. Thanks for growing things and all it entails....digging up soil, planting seeds, watering, harvesting, and mailing the goodies to me.
Well, not directly to me, but you know what I mean.
I want to thanks farmers for raising chickens too. I like chicken (duh, I'm Puerto Rican) and I like eggs. I could never kill a chicken myself after a traumatic experience. Well, it wasn't directly traumatic to me, but it was bad enough to watch. A bunch of underage children (actors) were exploited on TV (Kid Nation) and had to kill a chicken themselves because they were hungry and tired of going meatless.
After watching them do that (and a poor little girl who tried to save the chickens), I'm very glad that my chicken comes already plucked, sliced up, and trimmed. I'm glad my eggs come in a container and if one is broken, I can switch it out with another container.
Even knowing what a sucky city farmers we are, hubby and I still took the plunge. We planted our spring seeds. Maybe we can be half-assed city farmers.
Grow seedlings, grow. And, well, if they don't, I know the real farmers have got my back. Thanks farmers!