We retired from full-time farming two years ago. My days are a bit slower now but my husband has been equally as busy as before with home remodel and landscaping. I help him as needed, babysit grandchildren when asked, and volunteer…finding a balance of work and leisure time.
The fall equinox in our hemisphere means equal hours of day and night. We enjoy equal parts cold and heat as sun shines brightly during the day but not as strongly. On my walk, I notice the prairie seems equally dead and alive…some plants bloom wildly in a last hurrah and others have dried brown, boasting seeds.
We reap what we sow and sow what we reap. The past holds seed for a future harvest. Darkness and light, cold and heat, planting and harvest, rest and work, life and death all have their seasons. The clock ticks, the calendar page turns, and another equinox passes.
milkweed pods burst silk
tiny seeds carried away
future monarch’s food
a poem in my pocket 
Sep 25, 2024 @ 13:43:44
It must be amazing how much you notice on a farm, and how you are depending on what you sow to be able to harvest… and even though you have retired it seems that rhythm is still there.
Sep 26, 2024 @ 21:41:19
Farming can be challenging but it’s a good life…lived in natural rhythms and close to the earth. I’m thankful we still have a field in our backyard 😊
Sep 25, 2024 @ 07:22:29
I love the last para for the rhythym it portrays, and the haiku. You have captured the constant flow of the seasons beautifully.
Sep 25, 2024 @ 09:32:44
Thank you, Kim! I’m glad you like it 🙂
Sep 25, 2024 @ 03:22:49
Just beautiful. My life is ticking faster at 79, more precious with fewer days left on God’s good earth to enjoy.
Sep 25, 2024 @ 09:31:58
Thanks for your thoughtful comment…every day is a gift!
Sep 25, 2024 @ 02:13:10
The yin and yang of the life cycle wonderfully described.
Sep 25, 2024 @ 09:35:17
Thanks for reading. It’s interesting how life cycles around and yet also moves on a linear path toward a final destination.