Memorial Day-it was busy, breezy, warm-great.
In the back of my mind is how it came to be that I am free . Free to garden, free to pursue my interests. Free to consider doing things differently. Free to speak my mind. Free to travel, free to think, free-as nature intended. Free to plant, reconsider, reorganize. Free, to change my mind.
Freedom does not come without a price. On my mind today are all the people who protect my freedom. I do not know their names. I do not know their stories. I do not need any information beyond this, really. I live in a country that values freedom above all else. I am so lucky to live here; I am so lucky to have them. Not knowing the names of the people who protect my freedom, I honor them; all of them.
Think of it-we are the only nation on earth that values, and protects freedom, and the sanctity of individual expression. If you should be an organic farmer, or an orchardist with a passion for delicious fruit, or a restaurant serving fresh and delicious food, or a gardener scooping up what the world has to deliver to better your garden, or a simple citizen planning for your child’s graduation -hear this. Honor those who protect you.
There is a big group of people, nameless, who’s stories I don’t know, who make many things possible for me, and you. We are the only nation on earth that values freedom to the extent that you and I enjoy. Are we not so lucky?
Those troops who protect our country, and our way of life-treasure them. I am thinking about them today, Memorial Day.