10/30/2025
“And all at once, summer collapsed into fall.” Oscar Wilde.
The leaves have turned at the farm and I’ve followed suit, turning the page on 2025’s growing season and throwing myself into crop planning for 2026. It’s challenging to make so many decisions without time for proper reflection. I find myself eager to just hit replay when I know, without a doubt, no two seasons will ever be the same.
We try to hide the ugly side of farming in the fall. Right now the field is a muddy mess. The chores feel endless. I’m dragging irrigation in for storage, tearing out fabric, planting in the rain, digging up what didn’t work and dreaming about what will.
The dreaming part is what keeps me going. Even though the work load never seems to end, there’s something about a clean slate and the ability to begin again and be better at this each year that stomps out the fear. There will be many failures but the wins will eventually outweigh them. Do it scared! Life in full bloom 🌹
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