Barges get a bum rap. They aren’t flashy like NASCAR vehicles. They aren’t popular with kids like bulldozers and fire trucks. They certainly don’t go on interplanetary voyages like NASA probes.
If headline writers could win Pulitzer Prizes for envy, there would be stiff competition for this year’s award, based upon what a few newspapers have said recently about those of us who work the land: “Rise in food prices means bounty for farmers” (International Herald Tribune), “Farming flush with profits” (Press-Enterprise of Riverside, Calif.), “As food prices spiral higher, U.S. farmers and others reap profits” (the Canadian Press).
I’ve been farming for long enough that not much surprises me anymore. Last week, however, I did something previously unimaginable: I put in a big order for fertilizer a full year in advance of when I’ll actually need it.
Kermit the Frog wasn’t talking about farmers when he sang his song on Sesame Street. Yet many of us appreciate his lament because we don’t get enough credit for our environmentally sound practices.