I’m in denial that summer is coming to an end. It’s been a whirlwind few months on the farm. We moved in in April and immediately hit the ground running. We vowed to live in the house for a year before we did anything. That lasted roughly two weeks before we found a project that just had to be done - followed by another and another and then another. We live in a state of constant exhaustion yet we couldn’t sit still if our lives depended on it. We’re bored by Saturday morning and find ourselves jumping into new projects every weekend.
