09/10/2026
This season has been so many things. But one thing it absolutely has not been is easy. It feels so complicated, to love something so deeply, to feel so fully alive and living in your purpose most days, but to feel it suck the life out of you, too. Every year I complain about how hard it is. It breaks me open and exposes the weakest and most fragile parts of myself. I grow, stitch myself back up or sometimes just blunder through it screaming. 8 years in and it has not felt any easier (thank you collapsing climate and economy), I think I have just grown my capacity for experiencing hardness.
This time of year is intense. The end is in sight! We are harvesting our last crops, seasonal employees are leaving, we are tucking things in for frost which could come within a month. Yet also, farming is crazy in that we are dealing with lifecycles and seasons that are LONG. The decisions we make right now will affect us for the entire growing season next year and potentially years after that. What a cruel joke that the burned out farmer in September has to analyze the past season and imagine a year from now, to decide which seeds to sow now. Our brains are mush and bodies are tired - I would like to make these decisions in January. Instead, in January, I will be adapting around my own bad decisions I made right now in a state of not really giving a s**t lol.
This post is for my farming friends. Godspeed in getting to the finish line!
The end is in sight, the end is in sight, the end is in sight...