There’s been a definite shift in the air. In the span of a week, we went from warm, lulling breezes with the leaves falling one by one to blustery gusts of chilly wind with the leaves tumbling out of a gray sky. Late fall is upon us. I’m typically not one to really enjoy this time of year. I love being busy on the farm and working late days with my friends and the farm cats in the warm hug of summer and I get nervous about the cold, short days. But I respect the cycle. And like with any cycle, each part has a purpose. Since we crossed the autumnal equinox, the days have been getting shorter and shorter until one day when we’ll reach the winter solstice, the peak of darkness. This is the time of year when the inner rhythm of nature, as well as our bodies, starts to slow down. We crave cozy spaces, with warm comforting nourishment. We move from outside to in, in order to recuperate and refill our wells of energy. As does the farm.