Kyle thinks we might need bigger buckets!
We slept with open windows last night. I don a long sleeved shirt in the mornings now. I look back at this date in all the years past and witness this same shift. It’s a slight shift in perception—one where we can suddenly ignore the knee high weeds and other failures of this season and settle in for the final stretch. When we gain a sudden purchase where we were once flailing around in despair. Where it’s simply too late to correct this year’s mistakes.
There’s a strange comfort in this: "too late to correct this year's mistakes". This year, extremely short on labor, we’ve been struggling against that reality, scrapping entire fields for lesser ground, sending an s.o.s. to the world for help. But now, we’re just sort of settling in to what is. Living in the moment (I hear it’s all the rage). And the moment happens to bring long sleeved mornings, big fluffy benign clouds, perhaps even a prosecco on the porch in the evenings, and acceptance.