All of our health care providers and first responders deserve a huge thank you for the service and sacrifices they are making during this chaotic time.
Somewhat overlooked are farmers, who are working diligently to make sure our store shelves are stocked with food, despite the images we see of panic buying and hoarding.
Anna Richards is with Kipling Ridge Farms, a family-run farm near Verner that raises a variety of livestock for sale directly to customers in northeastern Ontario.
She's written "A little poetry on a Friday morning!" that we think sums it up quite nicely.
They ran to the groceries, they filled up their carts,
They emptied the Tops and Price Chopper and Walmart,
They panicked and fought and then panicked some more,
Then they rushed to their homes and they locked all the doors.
The food will be gone! The milk eggs and cheese!
The yogurt! The apples! The green beans and peas!
The stores have run out, now what will we do?
They’ll be starving and looting and nothing to do!
Then they paused, and they listened a moment or two.
And they did hear a sound, rising over the fear,
It started out far, then began to grow near.
But this sound wasn’t sad, nor was it new,
The farms were still doing what farms always do.
The food was still coming, though they’d emptied the shelves,
The farms kept it coming, though they struggled themselves,
Though the cities had forgotten from where their food came,
The farms made them food every day, just the same.
Through weather and critics and markets that fall,
The farms kept on farming in spite of it all.
They farmed without thank yous.
They farmed without praise.
They farmed on the hottest and coldest of days.
They’d bought all the food, yet the next day came more,
And the people thought of something they hadn’t before.
Maybe food, they thought, doesn’t come from a store.
Maybe farmers, perhaps, mean a little bit more.
Anna Richards
