The month of August marked the end of the summer frenzy on the farm, but it also opened up a can of worms for me emotionally. It might have been the fact that for months we had no time but to eat, sleep, and farm. Suddenly my mind had room to create obsessive and critical thoughts, and fret about the future.
Now its December. Things are cold, quiet, and calm. I enjoy waking up to the dense fog cloaking the trees in the morning. The leaves have gone through their stages of color loss. In the grey diffused lighting of the day, the orchard grasses pop contrastingly with their florescent vibrancy.
I made the big move from tent to a four walled room again. My roomie Greg has a mushroom book and we’ve been finding Field Mushrooms which have gorgeous pink gills and taste like a Crimini.
The seasonal change is a nice one and Im soaking in every last bit while I can. Soon I will be eating lots of cookies and cake and laughing with friends and family. The days may be shorter but the cheer sure is brighter.
