I like all four seasons. Really, I do. Even though I might complain about the frigid temperatures or the excessive heat sometimes, I enjoy living in a place that give me four distinct seasons. There is one season though that I do not like. It’s “The End of Summer.”
The end of summer is the time when our state fair starts (last Thursday) and lasts until the official start of fall. It’s the time when the boys come into rut and the girls come into heat. All the hormones lead to lots of skirmishes and amorous advances. It’s a pain. It’s also the time I have to worry more about worms in the goats. I’m usually swamped with garden stuff, and I have to go back to work. Today was my first day back at work. That’s never a happy thing.