Autumn is upon us here on the farm, & mother nature has been profusely apologizing for the months of soggy awfulness by way of providing endless glorious days, one after the other, beautiful & just the right temperature. We've been putting the farm to bed: bush hogging, pulling up stakes & irrigation, mulching, sowing cover crops, putting in garlic & strawberries & over-wintering flowers. Generally slowing down with the season, responding to that old cue: time to work less, stoke the fire, and curl up in contemplation. We're looking ahead to a time of wizening, of rest. It's been a great year, if challenging.