Shiloh with the last ginger harvest (before frost)
Have you ever felt so lazy your eyes glazed at the mere thought of lifting a finger? I’ve been feeling that way a lot lately. We drag ourselves unwillingly out of bed in the morning (it’s still dark!!!), flopping about the house like fish dying for water, wishing only for more bedtime. We’ve just plum run out of steam. Nathan is the only reason we show up to work in the mornings. Knowing he’ll be there, ready and motivated to get it done. That, and the promises we made. We curse the tomatoes like last night’s liquor for making us think it was a good idea to keep producing food through November. “Seemed like a good idea at the time.” Back when we were drowning, and the tomatoes were blighted, and we weren’t so seasonally hung over. That’s exactly what this onset of laziness feels like too. A hangover. When we wish we hadn’t been quite so enthusiastic earlier. But like all hangovers, this too, shall pass.