The light is barely there at six a.m. It is always a surprise when this harvest day arrives each year. After a summer of rolling out the drive towards the fields in golden light we start this morning in September in the dark. The crew with harvest barrels loaded and knives sharpened waits for the sun so we can see what we are cutting. Work on the cusp of equinox is nothing if not satisfying. We have made something out of another summer's heat and rain. The big jobs are done for the year. In the field everyone knows the tasks, we have common shorthand and jargon for crops, cutting styles and quantities. We don't need to talk about what we are doing and that makes the work comfortable and more a part of us than something we do.