Frost!

People often ask, "How's the farm?"  The answer varies a lot, as anyone who's worked a farm knows.  But for the last couple weeks, my answer has been the same each time.  "It's frosted!"  There's so much wrapped up in that simple statement.  That means everything we've raced to get done all summer has come to a screeching halt - racing to get the raspberries picked, racing to pull weeds that grow inches a week, racing to pick bugs off our plants faster than they can reproduce, racing to finish the baking before market - it's all come to an end.  And like the changing seasons, life on the farm keeps moving on.  Field work has been replaced with teaching "reading, writing, and arithmetic".  Vetting lambs has moved on to breeding season again.  Farmer's Market has ended and Holiday baking has begun.  I've never enjoyed the changing seasons so much as I have this year, watching all the changes around the farm.  Every season has it's thrills and threats, and on with the game of life we go!