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.
Like this:
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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.
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