life in dormancy

The farm is tucked away for the winter now and battling the elements without her farmer; she has done this before: I like adventure and the farm was stoically solo for years before I bought it. The lambs and vegetables are sold, the buildings shored up, fall rye is a blanket on the gardens and the equipment is locked away. I am in Saskatchewan helping out in a mining camp kitchen and it is snowing.
I miss my wee Buddy Macteeth and I imagine him mourning my absence, but he has a terrific situation for the winter, including some training with sheep and we will reunite in the spring, prepared for a new season or at least not be dead broke.
Now that the world of the soil and the markets are dormant I hope to have time to return to the blog for a final chapter before I move on to new creative projects; there are a few more things I want to express.