I have found myself in the "pick myself up and dust myself off" mode lately. We have hauled ourselves through our usually ambitious winter shake-down of clean up, construction projects, revamps, and rejiggers of the farm's infrastructure. A dusty and greasy old barn bay has yielded to a bright and lovely (and sort of heated… gasp!) new farm office. My beloved desk of five years, a board propped up on two beehives, was retired. The epic mess in the "side-barn" has been sorted and swept and is ready for another season's abuses. Tractors and harvest records and been combed over and our slate has been cleared for a new season. Everything changes, and with those changes we learn and grow up.