It was a simple Sunday school lesson when I was ten: two wise men were walking and discussing what they would do should they have but 24 hours left to live. One noticed a farmer working in a field and thought they might ask him. The peasant replied, "I'd keep on ploughing". Perhaps my interest in gardening has kept this parable fresh but a visit to Haiti brought awareness that place of birth is pure luck. I was seeded on tillable earth. Blisters, bugs and sweat are acceptable parts of being its steward. Mass, energy, time and space are real when one gardens. Only people who work their spot feel this intimacy with the earth. Americans grouse over the price of milk and think it comes in a jug and they fear immigrants who will do earthy work avoided by the more educated. I see this as a desire for Eden without labor. Successful cultures forget this. When the soil is depleted are there are too many dependents and the loss of stewardship for forests and gardens, the society fails. Common sense dictates that we need wise men who listen to men behind the plow.

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Hi Edna,

This is a great submission for My Story! Your description of intimacy with the earth is a beautiful image. And you're so right... many people (especially Americans) lose touch with the journey their food has taken and the people who work so hard to put it on our tables.

Thank you for sharing and thank you for participating in My Story!

Cheers, Jade

When did we lose touch with the land? Lose the ability to listen to the man behind the plow. Thank you for reminding us that Eden cannot be achieved without labour and good stewardship of our land. Janice

Edna,

Thanks for your submission! I appreciate your thoughts on the disconnect many people (including myself at times) have from the land. It's important to maintain an awareness of the life and lives behind the food and drink we so easily consume and throw away. Thank you for the reminder.

-Maria