It won't last. We know. It's okay.

Last week I pondered how we manage our diverse farm with only one day of sun in a week, and now we have the opposite problem. Although, in this case, there really is no problem. With the weather turning warmer, the forecast turning sunnier, and the harvest flowing faster, it was not time to dwell on our good fortune, but to just go out to revel in it. So, we did.

The tractors rolled, the hands pulled, and the hoes scuffled on a beautiful Monday as we shined up our potatoes, cucumbers, and peppers in the summer sun. Then, on cue, Tuesday saw showers in the morning, which fell soft enough to still pull some weeds in the cukes and hard enough in the afternoon to leave us feeling good about sowing our fall escarole in the greenhouse and fully clean up the cold frame from a spring fever of planting.

And, just like that, the sun came out again, allowing us to bring in a big harvest of greens and cabbage and begin tending our crops again. For three days the sun shone, and the temps stayed in the high 80s. Again, the tractors rolled and the weeders plucked. The winter squash field started to shape up. The kale, the flowers, and the leeks all started to gleam. We took off the row covers and (supporting) hoops from the peppers and eggplants - surely signifying that summer was here for real. And, just like that, the harvest picked up, with loads of squash pouring down on us and into the cooler.

I'm not going to think about it for too long. I know it won't last. It never does. And it just can't. But when it happens - the perfect week - I'm not going to ignore it either. I'm going to remember it and enjoy it. And even ask (who? what?) for another one. Rain from the sky. Sun to dry the plants. Warmth to grow more cells. That's it. A farmer's dream come true.

We hope you enjoy the harvest,

Your Farmer,
(for Karen, Abbe, Ellen, Ben, Lia, Marlee, and Will)