Glenanore Farm

That's how it works.

They ran to the groceries, they filled up their carts, They emptied the Great American and Price Chopper and even Walmart, They panicked and fought and the...n panicked some more, Then they rushed to their homes and they locked all the doors. The food will be gone! The milk eggs and cheese! The yogurt! The apples! The green beans and peas! The stores have run out, now what will we do? They’ll be starving and looting and nothing to do! Then they paused, and they listened a moment or two. And they did hear a sound, rising over the fear, It started out far, then began to grow near. But this sound wasn’t sad, nor was it new, The farms were still doing what farms always do. The food was still coming, though they’d emptied the shelves, The farms kept it coming, though they struggled themselves, Though the cities had forgotten from where their food came, The farms made them food every day, just the same. Through weather and critics and markets that fall, The farms kept on farming in spite of it all. They farmed without thank yous. They farmed without praise. They farmed on the hottest and coldest of days. They’d bought all the food, yet the next day came more, And the people thought of something they hadn’t before. Maybe food, they thought, doesn’t come from a store. Maybe farmers, perhaps, mean a little bit more. -Anna Richards Thank you Farmers, Truckers, Grocery store employees and everyone that has a helping hand in this horrific situation!!

We have added 16 soon to be laying hens and have 27 chicks growing in the shop. If we have the production given in this poster we should have a bountiful crop of eggs soon. Thank you, to our very patient customers.

They ran to the groceries, they filled up their carts, They emptied the Price Chopper, Tops and Walmart, They panicked and fought and then panicked some more, ...Then they rushed to their homes and they locked all the doors. The food will be gone! The milk eggs and cheese! The yogurt! The apples! The green beans and peas! The stores have run out, now what will we do? There’ll be starving and looting and nothing to do! Then they paused, and they listened a moment or two. And they did hear a sound, rising over the fear, It started out far, then began to grow near. But this sound wasn’t sad, nor was it new, The farms were still doing what farms always do. The food was still coming, though they’d emptied the shelves, The farms kept it coming, though they struggled themselves, Though the cities had forgotten from where their food came, The farms made them food every day, just the same. Through weather and critics and markets that fall, The farms kept on farming in spite of it all. They farmed without thank yous. They farmed without praise. They farmed on the hottest and coldest of days. They’d bought all the food, yet the next day came more, And the people thought of something they hadn’t before. Maybe food, they thought, doesn’t come from a store. Maybe farmers, perhaps, mean a little bit more. *Updated to answer some messages I’ve gotten: yes, I wrote it. No, I don’t care if you credit me when you share it. That’s all- farm on, Anna Richards

Annie, Hannah,Faith, Sophie, Hollene and Emma! You go girls,GG