The great labor experiment
Yesterday, we floated down the New River. I love floating the river. Once you sit down in the tube, there’s nothing to be done except float. You can’t do anything about anything. It’s the most profound relaxation I’ve ever managed to achieve. Forget all the meditation and breathing exercises. Just float. Slowly drift into the clouds. Become a cloud. The lazy river just nudges you along ever so slightly, so slowly. Concerns are heavier than you and seem to have floated ahead and out of sight, out of mind. A giggle escapes you, and another, as you waft along on the whims of the river.
This was my celebration of labor: getting away from it for an afternoon. But now it’s labor day. I hope most of you are chilling out, grilling burgers and hot dogs (or peppers and eggplant!), floating rivers, squeezing the last bit of relaxation out of summer. Every year, I forget that it’s labor day and try mailing something or placing an order with another business, etc. We always labor on labor day. It’s just that the tomatoes and peppers and kale and, well, weeds, don’t know that it’s a national holiday. And so we labor.
However, this year we are going to celebrate labor all week by only laboring from 8 to 4:30. Well, except for Wednesday and Saturday, but still. This is a profound test of our strength of will. You see, there’s always work to be done. Always. And we often find ourselves completing tasks, finishing up projects, sending emails, early in the morning and late into the evening. Not doing so while still on the farm feels like a monumental achievement.
But we’re growing all winter this year, which means the whole seasonal balance has been thrown out the window and the excessive laboring has to stop. So, no time like the week after labor day and my lazy celebration of it!