Feed the World

As we round the corner out of the dark recesses of Winter and into the promise of Spring, we cannot help but think of all that we’ve endured. That’s the paradox of life, isn’t it? When we’re low, we look ahead, grappling with the hope of things to come; when we have our time in the sun, we look behind, seeing just how far we’ve travelled. And we’ve come a long way, baby.