July and August are always the peak of busy in farm life for us and others like us. We’ve been going hard since May and are starting to feel the exhaustion of making our living in just 7 or 8 months. But we’re accustomed to this and just before we burn out we begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel. This cycle is why we traditionally have taken the winter mostly off from active growing.
This year has been heavier though. I actually cracked a bit last week. Heartbreak on a global scale and worry over the health, both mental and physical, of my farmily who have been plagued with injury and illness, combined with a renewed worry over spreading a more virulent virus that hit too close to home when it killed my cousin’s husband, and zero time for the self-care that is needed to keep this ship from running aground. And I cracked just a little bit.
But then I read a fretful blog post from a distant farmer friend and realized that the weight of the world is pushing down on all of us. Check in on your friends and neighbors y’all. They may not be okay. Let’s take care of each other.