When living in the big city, I used to think and plan in days, weeks, and occasionally in seasons.
"I'll come over tomorrow."
"How does Tuesday sound?"
"Let's get together next week."
"Why don't we plan that for the Fall?"
Now, I plan and think in terms of crops.
"After the hay is down sounds good."
"Let's wait until after baling."
"We'd better not start that until after cherry harvest."
"No, that's tomato canning season."
"During Huckleberry picking?? I don't think so!"
"Let's do that around applesauce time."
It's weird, granted, but I kind of like it.