Tomorrow most Americans will gather around tables for Thanksgiving. This week has been full of shopping, cooking, cleaning and getting ready for the "big day". We, like many of our friends, will also mark the date with as many traditions as we can.
Over the years Thanksgiving has changed from being a day set aside to be thankful for the blessings of a good harvest to simply being, "thankful". That's not surprising because, today, there are so many folks that have never had a farming experience. So, I thought I'd infuse a little "rural thanks"...into Thanksgiving.
Tomorrow the kitchens and dining rooms located in the farm homes and acreages that dot this country will be wild with activity. Folks will rise early to finish chores and then help where they can to prepare the meal. There will be chopping, slicing, dicing, pie-baking and mixing. The houses will smell of fresh bread, sage and pumpkin. Even if it's cold, windows will be open and the smells and sounds will drift out to the pasture, across the fields and a mile down the road to the next home-place where the activity is just as intense.
And then, at a time agreed upon by the adults in charge, people will make their way, quietly to the place where the meal will be served. And there they will bow their heads and offer a prayer of gratitude. And some, looking out the window, will see the images of livestock and field stubble and they will forget the hard work, the bills and the struggle it takes to be in agriculture. With heads bowed and a sense of pride in their hearts coming from the knowlege that they have fed thousands of others...they will quietly say, "Amen".
Thank you...thank you for what you do.