Welcome to my near-constant inner dialogue this time of year. Living deep in the woods of Appalachia has made me acutely aware of the changing seasons in a way that no other life experience has. A little surprising, because in my memory I’ve never worked a job that wasn’t predominately physically active and outdoors. The minor exception was my college job of working in the campus dining hall, but even then my preferred shift was “night crew”; a position that allowed me to work largely unsupervised and outdoors behind the kitchen cleaning floor mats. Suffice it to say I take advantage of any chance to play outside. Especially with plants and animals. Most working summers of my life have been spent landscaping, but the best ones have been spent farming. Having complete ownership of a vegetative plant from one end of its life cycle to another is a thrilling endeavor; one I believe I could devote my entire life to mastering.