The Name of The Game

As summer now slides into fall, the name of the game is endurance. And our purpose becomes single-minded: the harvest. All other farm tasks have faded into the past. There is no more greenhouse work to be done, no more seeding and transplanting in the field. There is very little weeding left, and only a couple of potential pests to keep an eye out for. Our days fill with the urgency of the crops’ yields. And while we may be weary, we are glad for the generous earth’s abundance.