Hitting the wall...
Every year as harvest winds down, I seem to lose my drive for a few days. I've always called it "hitting the wall" for lack of a better term. Since I habitually contrive to cram more into my days than I probably should, I have come to appreciate and honor this letdown.
So much so that anything that reminds me of autumn whispers rest and respite.
The only problem is Jan has her own transition - from farming to cooking. So I'm working less (physically) and eating more.
Not a pretty picture.