EDITOR'S NOTES

I recently purchased a set of face masks where the packaging read “one size fits most.” That was apparent when myself and two children thought they fit pretty well, while my husband proclaimed it to be too small, and it was clearly too large for my 5-year-old. I guess they did fit “most” of my household.

As I’ve mentioned before, I really like being a tobacco farmer because it is steeped in traditions we don’t see as much with more modern agriculture. One of those traditions is manual weed control.

In a typical year, when the calendar flips to July I would be flipping through my stash of pie recipes to decide which ones I should enter in the competition at the local fair. (Sadly, it has been cancelled in 2020, like most other events.)

As the world reacted to the coronavirus pandemic, it didn’t take long to find out which jobs are deemed essential and which ones we can live without, at least temporarily. It’s not surprising that our essential workers are the same group of people who don’t shutter their businesses on a holiday.

When people all over the world found themselves facing a deadly virus, stay home measures, supply-chain disruptions and economic crises, something else started to spread – signs of kindness and hope.

I don’t know about you, but I relish in the stillness of the early morning. It is quiet and peaceful. For a moment, our crazy, busy world is calm.