It’s about time to throw a Biodynamic Conference.
It’s about time to sow cover crops. They need time to grow while the sun still shines.
It’s about time to start eating some kale.
It’s about time to contemplate breeding the milk goat.
It’s about time to fix the chicken coop roof.
It’s about time to stack firewood, and cover it well, so it stays crispy dry.
It’s about time to pick up knitting needles again.
It’s about time plant the last of the cilantro and lettuce to see us into the winter.
And while I’m waiting for the watering can to fill, so I can water the freshly transplanted lettuce, I am tempted to walk away from the filling bucket, to use the time to do another thing on this endless list of things to do. It’s about that time that a breeze hits my face. The evening light sparkles through the trees. My shoulders relax. My spine lengthens. I remember. Once upon a time, I heard some wise men say that time is our own creation.
It’s about time.
It’s about time to just stand there, letting the watering can fill, with the sun and the breeze on my skin.
It’s about taking our own sweet time.
Making our own sweet time.
Making our own time sweet.