This month feels like a hurricane has hit. We have so much to do before the frost; so many flowers in the fields; so many supplies to order; so many emails that need a response. Six more weddings stand between now and a day off before we have to rip out the fields and plant for spring. Then we can hibernate and I can finally go to Whole Foods and make soups and read a book. Maybe 10. I have big plans for winter and most of them involve wool socks and not going outside.