Pause

I've felt so lazy lately.  I haven't been outside bustling around, working in the garden, working in the field, no irrigation issues, no lawn to mow, its so good.  It feels like everything is falling apart, going back into the earth, to be born again in the spring.

The chickens are snug in their insulated coops, the ponies are nestled into their furry winter coats, the leaves wait to be raked, the seeds have been harvested, the gourds are hardening off and the pumpkins are mushy messes or cooked into mush for future pies (we made two pies today, yummy.)

And the garden waits.
And the field waits.

My tummy is full of pie and ah, its so nice to take a breath out, sit down and put my feet up!  My favorite season of all.  But then again, they're all my favorite.

I was reminded by a friend who used to work on a farm in California about their growing season.  They're not putting their feet up, but still working, because there really is no OFF season in California.  You can grow all year round.   I can barely wrap my head around this.  The idea is so unappealing it borders on appalling!  (And also, that paragraph felt like an exercise in the proper use of there/their/they're.)

Off I go to read my book and make my mental lists of next year's garden . . . but with months to plan and no plant needing my immediate attention.  As Julian says, "That's what I'm talkin' about!"