During the dog days of summer, it’s hard to have faith in the promise of a quieter time. It feels like the weeding, the planting, and the cherry tomato picking will continue ad infinitum until we’re too bleary-eyed to know the difference between a sungold and a gumball.
And yet, here we are. Eight months into our 6th season, and we’re finding ourselves with a little free time–some time to meander, to pause, and to introduce Frankie to the strange and magical world we live in. In the picture on the left, we tromped around our neighbors soybean field and took in the odd beauty of a robust monocrop. On the right, we visited the Sacred Oak–a 500-year-old oak tree just around the corner from the farm. As summer turns to fall, we remember to breathe.