You can celebrate it if you want to, and maybe it is where you are.
Here? No. Here it is simply the dog days of summer.
We’ve been harvesting shit since the first edible bits appeared above ground. The corn won’t be combined for at least two more weeks. Apples not for another month or more.
We’re between harvests, really. This is Planning Season.
We’re planning for a December crop of kids, as well as a spring crop.
We’re planning for the fall Festival Season.
The winter garden has just been planted, we’ll see pumpkins and winter squash and late beans and kale sometime in November. Got to love a long growing season.
We’re working on the new shelter for the goats and the high fence for the garden.
It’s just summer, rolling on along. Thank all the gods for that.