A Farmer's Hands

Tomorrow we're doing a dinner with a local farmer. Wonderful guy, takes our compost, feeds his pigs, we buy his pigs and veggies, we're supposed to start playing music together soon. We've got a great menu, significant press coming, should be a fantastic time for all.

However, at noon today, using a table saw, he severed his pointer finger completely and basically severed the other three. Although they were still attached but I'm not sure if only by skin. He was airlifted to Stanford and has had 5 hours of surgery and he may lose feeling in his entire left hand.

For those of us who depend on our hands for our livelihood this our worst nightmare. I cannot imagine not being able to feel an onion in my hand, or not to be able to maneuver pots and pans around the stove.

So if any of you can spare a prayer to St. Isidore (patron saint of farmers) or any deity of your choosing please send them his way.

Comments

[Tana]

Done. Candle lit, prayers ascending. Bless your farmer.

[kudzu]

My Virgin of Guadalupe candle has been burning constantly for reasons you understand, haddock. I will add his cause to its glowing beneficence. I am so sorry.