That's a good thing.
Maybe it comes from the passage of time, and realizing that time is not a resource to be wasted. We only get so much.
Life is good here on the hill. My nephew jokingly (I think...) calls me a hermit, but at this moment there is nothing more interesting than the gardens, or wandering through the fields looking at the weeds, watching the sun set or a storm roll in, or stretched out flat on my back looking at the stars.
Our days are filled with making things - tinctures, infused oils, salves, soaps - writing, and watching things grow. Right now, that seems just about perfect. Next month, who knows what crazy turn I will wholeheartedly embrace? Right now, it's a fine life.
Time to think, dream, care, and clear out the cobwebs.