A local deceased property is a chemical-free citrus farm. Selling to the big supermarkets would not even cover the cost of hiring farmhands to pick fruits and truck delivery. So the family decided to open their gate for a couple of weekends to some organisations to “pick your own” fruits. They said that at least “we are not going to see the whole crop getting wasted.”
Even though we have had plenty of citrus in our own little farm, if we may help to rescue just a small amount, it is still better than seeing them all rot under the trees in a few weeks. I am a farmer deep in my heart (more than the mere IT person of the surface). I know the toil. I would cry to see it is gone that way.
Our picking finished, before driving off, an air of melancholy surrounded me. The elder is gone and left his/her field of gold behind, full of life, wealth for toil, abundant and prosperious. Compare this to those billion-dollar worth of material richness after the death of some people, who leaves more legacy behind?