Dear Farm Journal,
The sun escalades over the eastern treeline while I snuggle more deeply into the coolness of my pillow. The air conditioner hums steadily in the office window, reassuring my slowly awakening faculties that our corner of the farmhouse is insulated from the imminent heat waves. The cumulative extractions of summer have left my energy levels in a lull, and I let myself sleep in. I drink a cup of coffee in the hammock, meditate, read, write, and practice restorative yoga. I take a day of rest, with only a few farming breaks to water and harvest cucumbers.