Out of Words

This farm is kicking our ass.

There. I said it. Whew.

And frankly, I don’t want to talk about it, because I’m all out of words. I just want to mow down the failures and successes, tuck them away for the winter, get under a blanket and drink a lot of whiskey.

Then come spring, I want to plant all the things, arrange all the flowers, and start all over again.

But in the mean time, I’ll just need to be okay with the fact that my house is a disaster, I was able to make corn tortillas from scratch with my family last weekend, the pile of laundry will never subside, it’s okay to drink the super classy Rose spritzer on a Monday night (by super classy I mean I dump Sprite in Rose with ice cubs and think I’m Carrie from Sex in the City), and know that the ebb and flow of this place will, er, ebb and flow again really soon.

So Rose Spritzer cheers, friends! Because we all know that life is about balance. One minute you’re eating made-from-scratch corn tortilla tacos with cabbage slaw made from ingredients solely from your garden and the next you’re in your sweats eating off-brand, boxed mac and cheese while watching Golden Girls.