I assemble the evening meal, lay the chicken in the pan, add rosemary and lemon, drop broccoli in a steamer basket. So much plenty in our life, when others have so little. What can I offer up? First, thanks for the gift of a full belly. Blessings to the farmers and workers who tilled the ground. I take much more than I deserve from this earth. I want to tread the ground more lightly. If the earth needed my money, I would bury it in holes, dug with my own hands, planting treasures. In our yard, after the thaw, we will sow seeds, pray for a fruitful harvest, and share, humbled by our bounty.