The Blessing of a Farm

It’s been so hot here in Kentucky that it’s hard to talk about anything other than the weather (and gas prices). Earlier this week the humidity and heat were so unbearable it was hard to breathe outdoors. A friend of ours has chicken houses (they raise them by the thousands to sell) and even though they had fans in them ten thousand chickens died.

Just because the temperature rises doesn’t mean farming stops. Our blueberry bushes are still demanding attention. This week it’s been fertilizing.

I am the official water girl for the crew.  Believe me, I’m not trading jobs with these guys!

I found this poem and wanted to share it with you. As the daughter and granddaughter of a farmer, it expresses how I feel.

Farmer’s Prayer

Lord, bless the land You’ve given me,
And may I always know
As I tend each crop and creature
You’re the One who helps them grow.

Grant me the strength and wisdom
Please protect me from harm,
And thank You
For Your gracious gift-

The blessing of a farm.

-Robin Fogle