One of the things I love about the island is how the height of the growing season dovetails with all the fun stuff – beach parties, birthdays, potlucks, whatever. At some point, things in the field start galloping away, and you just let them go. The weeds get tall, the mulch rots. We still work hard, we’re still tired. But it can’t be all business. There are some very important cakes to be eaten.