10/09/2026
I’m soaking in the absolute heart breaking beauty of this season of shift; what could be more tender than the end of the season, season of lasts and final and savoring the last bite of each taste of summer? What could be sweeter than watching trees and pasture lay down their leaves to rest, and offer up a suggestion to me, to seek out rest too? So much about farming has taught me to mimic the natural world in my systems and rhythms, and so much about running the business of a farm defies that pattern. Welcome, welcome, season of rest and renewal and dark, quiet roots waiting patiently. I hope we hew closer to the whispering grass in the coming season than we have ever managed before.