Yes, there are backyard and community vegetable gardens. There are still family farms. But fewer of us all the time are connected to the land and the seasons, apart from, say, hiking and skiing, or what sport we take a short break from watching to have meaningful communication with Grubhub.
It is Harvest Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada. That evokes the sensory feast of food, family and friends, along with, we would more than just wish, practical acknowledgement of those who are lacking those things.
If we consider even more deeply what harvest thankfulness has always been about, it is at least as much about process as result. There is bounty in the experience of community. It’s about people having pitched in when a farmer took ill or was injured, conversations around the farm kitchen table. Think about other things we might well be thankful for. There is abundance of life in the experience and love that has led to the things we enjoy.
I appreciate the mindfulness that lives in (not for) the moment. But each moment is a seed. What are we cultivating?
Genesis 1:12