Yesterday, as part of the PGS program I was traveling through Naples, Italy and went to an ancient Roman theater on the edge of the city. There I had the opportunity to read the following poem on the main stage…
“The farmer cleaves the earth with his curved plough
This is his yearlong work, thus sustains
His homeland, thus his little grandchildren,
His herds and trusty bullocks. Never a Pause!
The seasons teem with fruits, the young of clocks,
Or sheaves of Ceres’s corn; they load the furrows
And burst and barns with produce. Then, come winter,
The olive press is busy; sleek with acorns
The pigs come home; the arbutes in the woods
And high on sunny terraces of rock
The mellow vintage ripens.” – Virgil
This was a pretty amazing moment of my day! Knowing that as a participant of this program, I was at least partially removed from my normal thoughts of agriculture production, education, and development, but that what I have been learning as part of this program is relevant to my future career and has proven to be full of wonderful experiences in general. I needed this reminder of how SPECTACULAR agriculture really is!!!