Getting past the summer solstice on June 21st each year on a farm like ours tends to turn the mind toward winter. Thoughts about winter provision crowd in to the mix of summer enjoyment, vacations, fairs, growing crops and pastured animals. Hay was terribly high priced last year and it looks like this year will be a repeat. Corn is easing in price and it is difficult to see why, with the wet cool spring holding back the crop.
Changes need to happen with the lots and buildings, some of the older buildings are badly in need of repair. The days shorten. However, I tend to think the best season is fall, with the somewhat cooler temps, the beautiful colors and the wild things as full of life and fat as the livestock. It would be foolish to let worry crowd out the appreciation for these things. "Behold the lilies of the field," it is said, "they toil not, neither do they spin. . ." Wisdom indeed!