Her name was Ashley Atkinson. She held the experience of compassion, hardship, and hope that communities bared in the worst of economic times as she paced in front of the classroom. She had seen the dogged faces of families who were food insecure. She had shaken the hands of those that worked tirelessly to bring not only produce to their communities, but hope and celebration too. Passing her eyes along the classroom, she explained the severity of agricultural uncertainty. She let loose the burdens of her mind; the scarcity of future water, the uncertainty of climate change and drought. “Only one percent of the United States population farms” she said, “and of that one percent, forty percent is fifty five and older”. She looked to us with a half humorous, half melancholy smile and asked “am I scaring you guys yet?” The head of the horticultural department was sitting in the middle of the room. She raised her hand a...