New Roots Goes to Barbour Farms
Last Saturday we had the pleasure of visiting Barbour Farms, our main suppliers of produce for the Fresh Stops. At 11am, a bus full of Fresh Stop leaders, community members and Veggie Rx families pulled off from Redeemer Lutheran Church and headed toward Hart County. While gazing out the window, I watched as the urban landscape faded and blacktop was replaced by green hills.
We pulled up to the sight of Andre Barbour flipping local beef burgers on his grill while his wife, two daughters, nieces and nephews crowded around the bus to greet us. The ten children in attendance stepped off the bus in awe. For most of them, this was their first time setting foot on a farm.
After sharing a wonderful meal prepared by Andre and his family, we took a hay ride across the entirety of the Barbour’s land. We piled up on stacks of hay pulled by a tractor and proceeded to go on an adventure through fields of old corn stalks, high grass and wooded areas. Along the way, we met two sibling horses named Butler and Maggie. The children anxiously approached the horses. Butler, the male horse, welcomed all the attention and love that the group had to offer.
The tour, the scenery, the livestock, were all beautiful. The Barbour’s land stretched as far as the eye could see. What was most amazing was watching the families’ faces. Children marveled at seeing farm animals up close and personal for the first time, while parents and elders reminisced on fond memories of childhood summers spent on family farms that no longer exist.
Last Saturday we witnessed a phenomenon that is lacking in most urban areas, people were given an opportunity to look into the eyes of the people who plant, cultivate and pick the produce that they consume on a daily basis. They shook the rough hands of the people who toil the soil with such respect and love so that it may continue to yield precious fruit. It is not often that we are able to be in the Farmers’ space and see what they see on a daily basis. It is not often that people build relationships with the farmers who grow their food, let alone break bread with them. We left the farm all the more thankful for those who choose to love the land and grow so that we may be nourished.
When we arrived back in Louisville, I did not take 10 steps away from the bus before a young girl ran up to me asked, “When can we go on another adventure?!” I smiled from ear to ear and answered, “Soon!”