the time goes

It would be easy for me to believe that time is just a little trick of our own experience. That it doesn’t at all exist. That we make it up.

When I think in the moment about where we are at in the season, here on the front end of the end, my first thought is, “Already? It’s the end of the season already? Man alive, who’d a thunk that it would go by so fast?”

But when I think back to all the tasks that we did over the course of the season, it suddenly seems long. “Good gods, covering that first direct seeding with remay or transplanting out all the tomatoes…that was AGES ago.”

From here looking back, it does seem like ages ago. Eons even.

When I check in physically with the condition of this corporal and abused vehicle, it says to me, “Just stop moving…please! Just for a little bit…”

It’s not time, it’s movement. And we’ve been moving and moving and moving for (illusory) months! If we can keep moving just a little longer, we will fall into a good spot. a resting spot. A spot where we can say, “Well, didn’t take long to get here now did it?”

Autumn in it’s truer form has only just started to make an appearance. We have yet to have a frost or even more than a couple truly chilly mornings. But it seems like that will change shortly. All the winter carrots are harvested, and yesterday Daisy and Tommie washed them, packed them, and got them in the cooler for us to dole out at the farmers markets over the winter. Beets too, washed and packed. Squash as well. Almost everything veggie wise is ready for winter. There are a few more items out in the field that we can harvest week to week until Momma Nature cuts the tether, but those items will be progressively few as the weeks go on, until we are down to just the hearty kales and super sweet spinach.

After that, it’s clean up, it’s fix up, it’s power down for another season. And then we will ask, “Where did the season go?”