That time of the year where the work is endless, which is both frustrating and relieving. I know, darn well, that we won't be getting everything done on any given day. So as much as I want to, I can't get worked up about it. We do what we can do, and that's enough. More will happen the next day. I take great comfort in the knowledge that we are making some progress, and that no human could possibly get done that list of tasks in one day. It's a wish list, really.
It's the time of the year where we sleep like the dead from sheer exhaustion unless the worries of the season keep us up, denying the rest we crave.
It's the green time of year, the lush time of year and the growth time of year. The growth of plants, and the growth of the farmers- challenging us to keep up and keep balance simultaneously. Forcing us to do better, accept the mistakes that happen all of the time, and challenge us to just be better.
And it's that time of the year where scenes like the one below slow us down, force us to just love our life, and the madness in it. How could we not? (note, this little bugger is headed to be pet)