In recent day's Iran proxy army in Lebanon, Hizballah, has joined in the fray, bombarding northern Israel. Tonight the assault has been non-stop and especially intense.

For me this is especially personal, not just because I'm an Israeli, but because of the amount of time I've spent on farms in the area in recent years.

I see the red alerts flash up on my phone and the place names aren't just place names.

Goren where we picked lemons.

Beit Hillel where they grow wonderful pecans.

Mughar where we've helped a disabled Druze IDF veteran harvest olives while his sons were all on active reserve duty.

Vineyards near Nov where a young second generation moshavnik has planned a beautiful vineyard in memory of Israel's fallen.

Yardena where there was an elderly farmer growing cucumbers who passed away just this year and now his son is running the farm.

Metulla, Kfar Yuval and Margaliot where we've pruned fruit trees and picked apricots, plums and peaches.

Kibbutz Tzivon from where I had a long phone call last summer from a farmer growing grapes in desperate need of help to bring in his harvest.

Mitspe Av"iv where a father who's soldier son was killed in a terror attack while he was taking the bus home has planted a communal olive grove on a windswept hillside surrounded by wild native Galilee woodland, a shared space for all the communities in the area, Jewish, Muslim, Christian and Druze, to come together and honour his son's memory in friendship - and in growing olives for olive oil.

Tzippori where we waded through crates of overripe vegetables and fruits that weren't picked in time, trying to salvage produce that could be cooked or turned into sauces for those in need.

If you want to meet a hero, some of the bravest are the farmers of northern Israel who have continued to work the land and provide for the country even under constant Hizballah assault.