
Um. Excuse me, kind farm folk. The woman who does not a farm would like a turn at the mic.
I did not grow up on a farm. I was not in FFA. I did not raise chicks, show a calf, ride a horse, drive a tractor, or split a rail.
My spouse has worked in the agricultural industry his entire career. I worked in it a bit and freelanced a bit more.
I have some connections, but let’s face it. I’m an outsider. And I’m agriculture proud.
Bottom line, I like food. I like to eat. I like plants and animals. I like down-to-earth people who work honest and hard. I love this land we call America.
I believe developing and using the best technologies and practices to grow larger supplies of more nutritional food to feed a greater number of hungry people is good. Very good. Even noble.
If you work in agriculture, that’s how you give back. That’s what you do for this country and the world. You literally feed us.
No, I don’t farm. I don’t swim on the U.S. Olympic team either, but I can be proud of them. I can cheer for them. Support them. Speak up for them when someone threatens them or talks trash about them.
They are my team. And if you are an American farmer, so are you.
And hardworking farmers should be the first to enjoy the fruit of their labor. 2 Timothy 2:6 NLT
Aimee Whetstine can be found in Wichita, Kansas and is author of Everyday Epistle. You can also find her on Twitter and Facebook. Go on over, check out her stuff, and tell Aimee ‘Thank You’ for supporting American Agriculture?
