As the days shorten, so does my list of things to do. The summer crops are dying out, so the summer gardens are being tilled, sowed with cover crops and tucked in for the winter, and the battle against weeds is over for another year. Yesterday I cut the grass, probably for the last time until spring. Today the pigs go to the processor, eliminating another set of daily chores.
Whereas in the summer the sun rises very early in the morning and shines until nearly bedtime, now the days begin much more leisurely and there is time between the end of the work day and the time to go to sleep.
The shortened days of fall and winter are more relaxed. The farm doesn’t hibernate, but it does slumber.
Now I can start to turn my attention to the books I’ve neglected. And most of all, to the thesis I must now finish.