Slowly, we move inside. Green tomatoes are our new housemates and we watch them ripen on the every surface. The garden is dismantled. The beds prepped for garlic and winter rye. The cows make their last rotation on pasture. The second cutting of hay is finished. The chickens are given warm water in the morning to help them ease into their day. The pigs hut has been fetched from a nest of pigweed and burdock and filled with new bedding. Suddenly you find your dear old friend, Time, has started to visit again after months of having no idea where he went.
Today is the last day of summer. Autumn has already sunk into our bones. The first woodfires begin to impregnate the air. Now begins the final push to prepare for the cold ahead. Winter is coming.