a slower, simpler life

A recycled picture of a savoy cabbage (the camera with new pictures is on a road trip)

A year or so ago I read an article in the High Country Magazine about a few local Ashe County farmers that I knew.  Most of them had come into farming as a second career.  You know: left a corporate career to play in fields of barley thing.  They spoke of the career switch as a search for a slower, simpler life.  I’m sure now, that the interviews must have taken place in October.  I laughed at the time.  “the slower, simpler life.”  While I never found myself climbing the corporate ladder, I have had a couple nine to five jobs in my time on my way to this land here, and I recall the nine to five life with free weekends a much simpler and slower life.  Not satisfying, mind you, but definitely slower and simpler.  But now October has arrived and my tired body is slowing down, the cool weather is slowing the crops down, and the shorter days have me inside at a reasonable hour (kind of like nine to five).  So yeah, I can see their point now.