The Summer Wall

Every year it comes...we hit a wall.  We push and push since back in April and you know?  I feel pretty great that we made it to mid-July before we hit it hard.  

It's only natural that when you wake up with the sun and work or play until you need headlights to see your work, you will crash.  Being that we are not from a farming background, our friends and family have more play time in the summer...about the time that we have a hard time justifying running errands because we feel so indebted to what we started in the field.

Last week a friend along my delivery route in Dayton noticed my tired eyes and brought it to my attention that I was not successfully masking my exhaustion.  A combination of mostly work and rearing two energetic souls, but also play, crescendoed in a foggy haze for us this week.

This is what I'm talking about!  Natural tiredness...rather than the sludgey autoimmune fatigue I felt nearly year round for the last chunk of years.  It's not surprising to me that we were both struggling to lift our lids and rise to the sun this past few days.  Our bodies were calling us back to bed, and though we didn't honor that, we did spend our two days after market being rather languorous...getting our basics done and then allowing a summer rain to soak in while we made extra coffee and relaxed with the kids inside...and indulged in some comfort foods.

It's Tuesday morning and usually I've sent this little weekly letter off to you all already.  Admittedly, I'm probably still not 'safe to drive' this keyboard with my slow brain...but Tuesday triggers the start of another week for me and so I'll walk out into that flourescent green world, a result of two days of July rain, and seed some more crops for the fall and check on my shoots and enjoy the drama in the chicken coop playing out in the background.  

And maybe that two days of restfulness will kick in...