You spend all winter resting and taking it easy and preparing for Spring, and by the time warmer weather rolls around your muscles are atrophied and all the work of the season is exhausting. Summer feels like burnout, even before it starts to get really hot. There’s the garden, the stones to lift, the bits and bobs to repair, the apartment to finish. I’ve barely even begun and I feel tired. 

But that’s life out here, right? If you think the projects will ever end, you’re in for a bad time. The only approach to living in the country is to accept that there will always be more than you can possibily finish, and that might just be the best thing about life out here. 

If you’re bored, you’re doing it wrong, if you’re not tired, you’re doing it wrong. 

The only tough bit is the timeliness of it all. We’ve got folks moving in, and the ground’s not frozen. Excuses dry up and it’s time to work; if you don’t the carrots won’t be ready by harvest and you’ll have some disappointed tenants.