We'll See You in November

Somewhere in the midst of May, the days of the week begin to blur. The last few springs I've wondered if I should send out a memo to all the people in my life that text messages are likely to get lost in the mix and that my socialization will live at market and along my delivery route mid-week. The balance of my time will likely be spent frizzy-haired in the field or in the farmhouse kitchen attempting to refill our energy chambers.
Writing these weekly entries are my attempt at plugging in regularly, so as not to get caught in the current of our high season...to be washed up on the shores of September wondering where four months went. For as much as it feels as if summer is in control of us, we do have a say in how often we clock out to play and leave the farm to herself...free to run wild as she will anyway. So we may as well run wild too on a regular basis.
November will bring our freer days...a flip flop from everyone else in our life it seems. But until then, I am ready for her to flourish and grow...this wild summer season. And maybe for once I'll get it out of my head that I can tame her.