Fall is knock, knock, knocking on my door

Before I moved, I thought I was pretty attuned with the seasons. I also thought I lived in the country.  After moving to a small town with a LOT of agriculture, it turns out that neither of those things were true.   It's August 1st, we still have plenty of warm weather to go, but I can feel things winding down.  I see neighbors driving past with flatbeds full of large, round bales of hay to stack next to their barns.  I see the summer produce at the farmers market dwindling and winter squashes starting to make an appearance.  I overhear friends chatting with one another about having already plowed under their gardens and whether or not to plant fall tomatoes. The feed store's baby chicken crates are empty. 

It feels like the world is hurrying frantically through these last weeks of summer, getting everything stocked up and tucked in so that when the cool weather of fall arrives it can sit back and enjoy the shorter days and crisp air.  

I am hoping to follow suit. 

Stay healthy,

D