In temperate latitudes, all ecosystem work follows the cycle of the sun. All life has evolved to find its place within this annual flux of energy. Some store energy for the darkness, others make hay while the sun shines. Solstice and equinox cuts the year into four season. The midpoints between each have had cultural significance in Europe for millennia (and likely other places as well). A month is a bit short to contain the feel of a season, but a quarter-year has too much change to organize work. Eight seasons feels like a right fit for ecological work and restoration camping.
Each season suggests both work and study. It organizes our thinking about what is coming, and provides a frame in which to build an perennial culture. Inside our minds time bobs and weaves, but in the garden, timing is everything. There are moments when creative work is most possible—a hidden fourth dimension in our map of a territory. What would you add to each season, and how do we track time differently when living with the land?