Summer is going, going, gone now.
It has actually been very warm still, but there is no getting around the colder nights and mornings, nor that early sunset, inching in every day. For us, late summer and early fall are wonderful times of the year. Everything is planted except the fava beans and garlic. This is huge since the farmer has been planting something every week, either in flats or the ground, since January. It is freeing in its finality–it is too late to plant much else. Weeding is still work to be done, but it is also the time of year when (hopefully) the summer crops have been weeded and grown into their spaces so we don’t have to worry about them too much–just don’t tell the few hidden bean plantings that they missed out on weed free living this summer, it happens. The harvest has reached its highest point and that is always a happy place for us farmers to reach. September and October–harvest season–are truly the most abundant on the farm. And we get to relax a bit and enjoy the perfect weather this time of year brings. We went on our annual August camping trip to a sweet, magic, wonderful, tucked away lake; we are soaking up the sun while it lasts, hitting the river as often as the days are warm, wondering each time if it will be the last swim of the year. Heading to the beach. I celebrated birthday number thirty-six last month, and now, in less that two weeks we get to celebrate our harvest baby’s second birthday just a day after the farmer grows a year older too.
Life, the seasons, keeping the beat.
I can’t believe I haven’t gotten anything written here in over a month. I am continually torn between hating the computer and appreciating it for being the only place I get to do one of the things I love the most. Thirty-six gives me that feeling–in the smallest sense, but still–of life slipping away. I’ve been prioritizing a bit in my mind. Trying to put back in the things that have been missing. The computer is a giant time suck and I wish that it weren’t so I could get on and use this space as my little creative outlet without all the distractions. Wishful thinking, perhaps.
Today, I just wanted to share a bit of our last days of summer, to try to get back in the groove over here. Photos of the farm in all its fall glory to come; and soon, it will be time to start talking about our plans for next year. But right now, I need to go process tomatillos, and later today, apples. Our girl developed a fever through the night, so tea and stories for her when she rouses. All signs point to the change of the seasons. In fact, looking out the window, I see that beautiful overcast gray which would seem oppressive until you live here and learn to love it because it wraps around you and the landscape like a blanket. The wind is blowing, it is chill.
Summer, like all things, can only stay a while before changing into something else. Life is continually transforming.