After my trip to Stone Barns, I have deeper appreciation for the things we eat. And, for those who make them grow. Every time I hold a sungold tomato I think of the staggering amount of care that went into getting that tiny, perfectly round orange ball into my hand, completely whole. Planting, watering (but not over watering), watching for blight, and gently picking.
It's gratitude in the most basic sense - an appreciation of the work and thought and luck required to get here. Thanksgiving Day is a table full of that feeling.