The kids loaded the bus today for the first day of school. Summertime, Summertime, Summertime, summer, summer, summertime……..IT’S OVER! I think in some ways all parents breath a sigh of relief at this time of year. Finally we get our houses back, no more kids telling you how bored they are. And yet we are also faced with the reality of a dwindling summer.
Really though I think this is my favorite time of year. Spring and Fall I hold in high esteem. Spring is all about possibility and regrowth, fall is all about taking stock, slowing down, returning to the woods. I love these crisp mornings, heavy with dew and the cornucopia of food coming off the fields. This year as we move into fall the staff at Keewaydin will again change gears and become builders and mechanics. We have a number of projects around the farm that had to be abandoned once the season started because we just didn’t have enough time to do it all. Soon enough our focus will turn back to those projects.
I think fall also represents the return of the manageable day. During the summer months days tend to start early and end late, we burn the midnight oil at both ends because that is the nature of our business. We cram a years worth of work into 140 days and by the end of those days the mind and body need a break.
My first year back I worked for another farm and can remember clearly the feeling I had the morning I woke up to frost. Finally all the salad mix picking was over! Or so I thought. We had been picking salad mix and spinach all summer long at several hundred lbs a day…by hand…..day after day….after day. I was ready to call it a year. Turns out some veggies like the frost, even get better. So it went I found myself back in those fields for at least a couple more weeks picking painfully small bunches of greens. But even if the frost doesn’t kill the veggies and conclude the season just like that it is a sure sigh that the end is near.