“We’re just not used to cold winters like this anymore,” has become an unwitting refrain all season long. Rushing from another vehicle to another building; sliding on the perma-ice in the driveway; offering sparse recompense to Johann as he worked on the freezing pipes in the farm office - I’d shrug, or shake my head and say, we’re just not used to cold winters like this anymore. It’s true. Here in the northeast we’ve grown accustomed to harvesting until early December, and digging trenches in February.