I’ve gained a much keener appreciation for all the fine foods we have at our dsiposal, and marvel at how many nations, how much transit, how many hands are involved in keeping us so well fed, yes.
Can’t help but wonder at the seeming vulnerability of it all, to the point that I’m actually comforted and even moved by the sight of local farming on any scale. I want to be where the farms are, it’s such a relief to return when I’ve been traveling to large urban areas.
Maybe it’s due to fondness for my upbringing in a semirural agricultural area welling up as a result of the constant lowgrade stress, but it’s sort of primal, too. No big cities, be close to the land.
Didn’t always feel this way, not at all.
I hope.