Some part of me wishes I could craft a wistful blogpost about the changing of seasons, but I find that most of all, I am exhausted in the fall.
When the sun rises and sets with less and less daylight, my body responds by reminding me how little sleep I got in the summer. Summer was a time of up at dawn and to bed after the sun. Necessary, but the body can only take it for so long. Now I still have plenty to do, but am feeling slower and slower.
Not only are there plenty of harvest chores to attend to, but with the arrival of frost comes cold weather considerations: how will we over-winter our chickens, what can be left outside to the elements, dealing with dead trees, preparing ourselves with plenty of firewood. The list goes on.
Until next time, remember, this is not paradise. It's Purgatory Ranch.