closing the gate to the farm on sunday night at the long-awaited end of your chores week is one of the most delicious feelings in the world
harvested half a ton of tomatoes, 200 pounds of eggplant, and i forget how much watermelon and beets today
everyone keeps talking about how summer is ending. i feel like summer never even got here - we’ve had few days hot enough to make me wish for cold weather, we’ve had so few days where all i could think about was jumping in the reservoir after work. the mornings are chilly again - i work in a sweatshirt and rain pants over my t-shirt and work pants - and the afternoons warm up, but the temperatures don’t get high enough to be worthy of being called “the dog days of summer.” i think more and more about how miserable i will be bunching kale in freezing weather in november. i need to invest in a solid set of rain gear before then.
time continues to fly. there’s not enough time in the day to work from 6:30 to at least 4 and manage to do something fun after work, make something to eat, get the regular chores of life done, and manage to sleep a blissful 7 hours.