We are still harvesting crops for markets. We are still deconstructing, cleaning up, and putting away the debris of this year’s season. We are still “putting the farm to bed”. We are still planning next year’s crops. But in the greenhouse, the next season has already begun. In the greenhouse, we are already sowing the seeds of next season’s fruits. In the greenhouse, we have already moved past this year’s mistakes and heartbreaks and into the swelling hope of the new year.
This is the farm life. This is the cyclical nature of things: the sped-up version of birth, growth, decline, death, decay, rebirth. That even when things get crazy around us, even when we’re cleaning up the wreckage, we still have to stop and sow the seeds of the crops we wish to reap-a, everlasting metaphor for our human lives.
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