I am laying low this week. It is still hot, but the nights are cool by sundown and I am soaking in the breezes and warm air-for fall is coming. I will revel in fall, but these perfect warm nights are delicious.
This week is my week, I don't intend to do much work, just thinking about the farm and all I want to accomplish. It is almost like the week before September is my New Year's–time for dreaming, planning, thinking, percolating...and enjoying the last pig mud baths of summer.
I sense many are doing the same thing. Enjoy.
