Today, on the day of our second to last CSA pick-up of the season, we are situated on the precipice of a new season.
Two Sundays ago we saw our first killing frost in Seekonk and summer’s last fruits are growing soft in our shed and cooler.
The crops we care about are under hoops and row cover. The ones we don’t are growing slower and will soon stop growing all together.
Our last farmers market is this Thursday.
Our last CSA pick-up is next Tuesday.
Our new hoop house is framed out and sitting in the field.
With all these rainy days, we’re finally checking off to-dos on our lists of “rainy-day work.”
And our lists of “winter work” – thinking, planning, seed-ordering, revisiting, revisioning, are growing longer and longer.
At this time of year, I’m so grateful for the cyclical nature of agriculture, for the built in slow and pause, the sun’s suggestion that we end work earlier. With fewer hours spent marketing starting in November, we can turn more of our time and energy to finishing building projects, planting garlic, putting our tools away in good condition, mulching the beds that don’t contain overwinter crops.
Slower days leave more time for dreaming and these days, I’m dreaming about supper and next season’s seeds.