palindrome: (noun) a word, line, verse, number, sentence, etc., reading the same backward as forward, as "Madam, I'm Adam" or "Poor Dan is in a droop."
It's started off sunny. And then it got warm. And then it went towards sunny. And warm. And then sunny again. And then over and over again. Then Rebecca told me it was Palindrome Week (check the dates 6/13/16, etc) and everything seemed to make sense.
Around here, even when something doesn't go weird with the weather, it means something is going weird. All around the valley this week you could see farmers cutting, raking, and baling hay. With the forecast for all sun all the time, it made making-hay-while-the-sun-shines much easier than usual. Tell me how many times you remember 8 days of sun in a row in New England in June? Like I said, weird.
In this case, though, it's an easy weird to live with. After planting and planting and then having moderate moisture for weeks, our crops were just ready for the sun and warmth, and, as expected, they exploded. The greens are huge. The cabbage headed up big. The radishes are gargantuan. And then we turned around and the-one-week-early summer squash was a bumper. Oh, and I forgot to mention the little spring broccoli experiment. We got the results this week. Big success.
If I was clever enough (or could sit long enough in front of the computer without falling asleep) I would come up with a final palindromic sentence that wrapped up the whole thing. Oh well, I am, after all, only a farmer, and I'm nearly asleep on my feet trying to keep up with the season. For today, it will be enough to say that this week started as it ended. With gorgeous crops, harvest days for miles, happy shareholders everywhere, and blue skies on the horizon. Wow.
We hope you enjoy the harvest.
(for Karen, Abbe, Zoe, John, Rebecca, and Sunny)