What happens when houses replace our farmland? © Todd Fitchette
I am not a farmer.
I don’t pick it, pack it, plant it or pluck it.
I don’t grow it, graze it or raise it.
I don’t get up at 2 a.m. to feed it, milk it or turn on the water.
I don’t need a row to hoe or trees to top. I buy my water by the bottle, not by the acre foot.
My home office does not include a filing cabinet with documents, forms and letters to and from the USDA, EPA, regional water board, regional air board and the county ag commissioner. I don’t need to file pesticide reports, water usage reports or annual acreage reports. I don’t know any milk inspectors, OSHA inspectors or anyone from the state labor relations board.
I am an American consumer… I rely on the American farmer to do all these things and more so I can simply buy it, cook it and eat it.
Love it Todd! Well said and so true.
Thanks for the perspective…. I’m a consumer too, just happen to work in agriculture as well! I get to have it all I guess!
I’ve worked in agriculture myself. Didn’t grow up in it but understand it and have a huge respect for farmers.
Neat post and a great reminder. Even farmers are consumers. I don’t know any one farmer that can grow everything he needs. Well said!
You’re absolutely right Jodi. Farmers spend lots of money in their local communities. People tend to forget that fact.
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