Dear Curiosity Journal,

The clamor of mid-summer on the farm has a way of making time feel brisk and scarce. Our summer routines feel hasty and hurried, making for murky mental space. I could have sworn we just weeded that garden bed, but it’s back in disarray. Those chickens were babies yesterday, now it’s nearly time for their butcher date. Choosing life on the land means chasing the sun through the long days of summer, and sometimes having to admit that you just can’t keep up.