Harvest

There is a special sense of sadness at what the world has done to children and to us. We are so self absorbed to where nothing matters save ourselves and the feelings of others are temporary shrugs as we tramp along our way. We live in a plastic world where everything is throwaway and all are expendable, save a very close few. We live in a world of chosen sedentary life where the video reigns supreme and the walk is but a chore.

There is a special sense of sadness to see a child that never has felt the dirt and or picked what grows in it; has never seen an animal outside a zoo; has never milked a cow or a goat or stepped in the residue.

There is a special sense of joy at watching a little child grow in excitement as they touch a chicken and gather an egg.

There is a special sense of joy at watching a little child entice a little feral cat to come a little closer for some fresh cream; or stand in awe of a llama as it bends to eat some grain or call a goat by name as though they were a friend..

There is a special sense of joy when a child asks to go to the garden and bites into a fresh vine ripened tomato and says, "yes! I love tomatoes". There is a special joy when a child notices peppers growing on the vine and though he doesn't like them wants them to be in his hands and pockets.

Today there was joy at the simplicity of life for a few stark moments. Then.... only then... sadly, it was back to Wii and the harvest of plastic minds.

There is a special