In The Soup

What a difference a year makes, indeed. Last years' newsletter was called "Dry as a Bone" as we were in the clutches of a severe drought; Every day 85F and sunny, irrigating every morning, moving pipe every afternoon, cultivating any day we wanted, and completely out of grass in the pastures. And now look at us....We had a hard time stringing two hours (let alone two days) of sun in a row this week. In fact, nearly every time it DID get sunny, the humidity would spike, and another rumbling storm would thunder through.

For those of you who have been on this journey with us before, you know that farmers have a love-hate relationship with water. We need it desperately (90% of our veggies are just that), but too much can quickly become a something akin to a plant plague.  In addition to bringing all nutrients, water is also the transmitter of all nearly all the terrible diseases for plants.  Plant pathologists merely count up "leaf-wetness-periods" to predict just how bad its going to be. Right after we are relieved to see our carrots germinate, we start the nightmare worry of wiltsand blights.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves. It was a wet week. And that was disorienting after such a dry year last year. We were in the soup, for sure, but it's not yet on full boil, by any means. Sure, we couldn't get the cultivators rolling. And the weeds were growing faster than the weeder crew could stoop and bend in the onions. But it wasn't torrential. And it's still early. So, for now - we made the most of it. Rebecca and Zoe renovated the strawberries. Sunny kept the soggy harvest rolling. Ellen painted pick your own signs. Karen cleaned up around the field houses. I did three years worth of deferred road maintenance.  And all the while we hoped next week would be sunny. And dry. And warm. There's still time. Fingers Crossed.

We hope you enjoy the harvest,

Your (other) Farmer,
(for Zoe, Karen, Abbe, Rebecca, Sunny and Ellen)