Tuesday, April 7, 2009
waffles and a dose of reality.
This morning I had waffles. Blueberry eggo smothered in butter and dripping in syrup. Just the way I like them. I poured a glass of milk, grabbed the morning paper and between bites read the top headlines. My good friends the Gibsons were the top headlines this morning, and sadly, as I sat gulping my milk I realized that there was very little I could do to help these friends of mine. Some of my favorite memories from high school were spent out on the Gibson farm in West Weber. My gosh I love the smell of wet manure. We would ride four wheelers, shoot clay pigeons, and just hang out. I take another drink of milk, and continue to read the article. This multi generation dairy farm is the pride and joy of West Weber. Their dairy cows are classy. MMMmmm classy cows. Unfortunately, nobody cares. It appears that a classy dairy cow is not very valuable right now. So I finish my breakfast, empty my glass of milk...and wonder....how much optimism can one farmer have? God bless the dairy farmer who in this crazy time still wakes up at the early touches of morning to get to work, and who has hope that the day will come when he will actually start making money again.