"The seasons of the earth and the seasons of life start to blend and memories come back when the daylight fades off, with the smell of a campfire, or the first rain shower after months of falling snow. What were we doing the last time this happened?"
On the farm we live life by the seasons. It helps that our kids are still young, and Chris works on a collegiate schedule, but even if that wasn’t the case, the land is ruled by mother nature, and she has a very strict schedule. This is so different than when we lived in Vegas and the only changes we saw were the ability to get into the car without scorching our hands on the steering wheel in the summer, and when we moved from having no way of removing enough clothing to be cool, to needing a light sweater in the winter…when it got sometimes below 50 degrees. Despite the temperature, the landscape remained the same, I got in my car each morning and went to work, only to return each afternoon. We chased life day in and day out, but never seemed to catch it. Maybe it’s not the environment that has created such a switch in our lives, but the way we approach it during this new chapter.
At the changing of the earth it’s easy to look back in wonder at the pace that time flies by. I can hardly believe after months of waiting for summer to arrive, it is already coming to an end. From the first planting of seeds, we are now harvesting an abundance of food from our land. From those first days of summer vacation wondering how to best teach the kids the lessons of life at home versus the structure of the classroom, to seeing them in the garden, the chicken coop, or the woods, working, sweating, and finding joy (most of the time) in our homestead. The seasons.