I tried something new this winter. Late last spring, my dad and I were bitten by the maple syrup bug. Someone we knew had made a couple gallons of syrup from trees in his backyard and he made it sound relatively simple: tap the tree, collect the sap and boil it. My dad and I talked about it all summer and fall, and then one evening this winter, we tapped our first maple tree.
That first little drop of sugar water to hit the bottom of the bucket made me so happy I squealed. I felt like a little girl as I clapped my hands excitedly and pointed. I think it made my dad happy too, but of course, he didn’t squeal. For weeks, I made a daily trek with my empty water jugs up to the mountain to check my trees. On weekends, I boiled the water down in a process that took much longer than I expected.
However, I can now proudly say I have made a gallon of maple syrup that my family will thoroughly enjoy eating over our pancakes and waffles. My little gallon of syrup has made me realize that even in the deadness of winter there is hope for spring ahead. While it might seem that the grass magically turns green overnight after a warm rain, the land actually spends weeks preparing itself for a new season of growth.
As dreary as winter can be sometimes, it makes you appreciate God’s creation so much more when spring finally arrives. Happy Springtime, my friends! May this season be as sweet as maple syrup!
As a member of the American Farm Bureau Young Farmer & Rancher Committee, I recently spent six days in San Antonio for the AFBF Annual Convention. I always look forward to this event and the chance to catch up with folks I haven’t seen since the last convention.
Each year before the convention kicks off; the national committee reads to students at a local school and presents an agriculture lesson. This year, we visited a school in New Braunfels where we paired off in groups of two so we could visit 12 different classrooms and more than 200 children. Many of these kids had never met or even seen a farmer before, so it was a pretty neat experience to tell them that we were the people who grew their hamburgers and milk.
Although many farmers and ranchers encourage ag literacy among adults, it is just as important to take our message to children. One way my state’s Young Farmer and Rancher Committee does this is with our Book Barn project. For the last five years, we have donated red painted bookshelves in the shape of a barn filled with “accurate ag” books to schools and libraries. The Book Barn project has been a huge hit and many county Farm Bureaus have begun buying the barns so every school in their district can have one.
Reading to school children is, perhaps, one of the easiest ways to share our stories as farmers and ranchers. It takes only a few minutes and most teachers are eager to let guest readers come into their classrooms. I encourage you to think about reading to a class (or two or three!) in your own community. If you need help selecting an “accurate ag” book, the American Farm Bureau Foundation has a wonderful searchable database and list of recommended books available online at www.agfoundation.org/bookdb.
Members of the national YF&R Committee read to children at a school in San Antonio.
It is truly hard to believe that winter is practically here and Thanksgiving upon us once again. Sitting down for Thanksgiving dinner, there is so much to be thankful for. By Thanksgiving, our corn has been chopped and all of the hay has been baled, ensuring that our livestock will be well fed during the coming winter months. By Thanksgiving, the last of our cows and calves have been hauled home from the pasture in the “mountains.” The surprise winter snow that might have rushed us in getting the cattle out is now just a memory. The cellar shelves will be full of the produce that was canned from the garden and the deep freezer equally full of the beef that we had butchered over the summer. The woodshed will be (almost) full of cut wood to keep us warm.
But more than anything, I am so thankful that I was born into this farm life. I am extremely proud of the fact that I am a fourth generation farmer, and I am thankful that a farming heritage is something that I inherited from not just one parent, but from two. I am so grateful that my parents have always encouraged me to be involved with the farm. Growing up, it might have sometimes been by force, but I can’t imagine having been raised anywhere else.
As farmers, it seems like we see more than our fair share of struggles and challenges, but God has given us all so much to be thankful for. Sometimes, we just have to slow down a little to see His many blessings. So, as you sit down to roasted turkey and pumpkin pie, take a moment to think of all the wonderful ways God has blessed you and your farm.
As Psalm 95:2-3 says, “Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto Him with psalms. For the LORD is the great God, and the great King above all gods.”
Have a truly blessed Thanksgiving!