The official starting and ending dates of seasons are just dates on a calendar. Life has other markers for change. For instance, when I start to hear the sounds of the high school marching band practicing, summer is drawing to a close.
Of course there are other clues. It's been a great year for growing things, so my hops are heading for a record crop. Maybe I'll even brew beer with them this year.
The other day it was time to sign up for fall deer hunting tags. Over the past months we've seen the deer on our land go from pregnant does, to skinnier does with spotted fawns, and now onto various family groupings. The bucks seem to all hang out together, wandering around in a gang. Sure, they all look friendly now, but when they all go crazy during mating season it will be another story.
No real summer trips. Not much fishing, and only one new species to show for it. Lots of robot stuff. That season never really ends. But it does have pauses.
We just finished the summer build with middle schoolers. They did excellent work, and most of them seem to have caught the bug. They've all signed up for our fall "Robot School". And evidently invited all their friends. So now I'm trying to figure how we can accommodate 20 students when we think our capacity for good instruction is about 12. Hmmmm.
Well, its good to be busy. In this brief interval between things I've got projects long delayed to take on. And potentially some really big tasks in the year ahead.
See you around.
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