When you get behind and begin the triage, (which always seems to happen in June/July on the farm) you start to ignore the periphery. But the periphery, like a child building a sand castle, grows over time until eventually it’s so impressed with itself that it starts to stomp around and scream “look at me! Look at me! Look at me!” And you can no longer blind yourself to it. The recycling begins to overflow. The collapsed shelf begins to hinder the obtainment of supplies. The trailer of trash is towering. The piles of piles taunt you to near insanity. It is then that you re-prioritize the periphery to the forefront. You clean up your space a bit; take care of those little things that have been quietly nagging at you even though none of them appear to help you earn your living. Because sometimes, sanity becomes the priority. And when it does, it turns out that sanity does help you make your living. At least it throws some semblance of organization to the chaos. Which can be exactly how farm life feels in July. Like you keep waking up to yet another Friday harvest day before that “stupid o’clock alarm” for Saturday markets. Like it’s groundhog day but every Friday is a little bit different, you just don’t remember how you got to yet another Friday so quickly. No matter how many times you just put one foot in front of the other with your head down, the weeds always move faster. Everything always moves faster. And the periphery is building again and you know it but you just can’t look at it yet. Not until you get a little bit closer to insanity. Then you’ll re-prioritize again.
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