What a week it has been. From drought to flood to heat wave. We are still living with boxes in our dining room, since we’ve got another flood watch for tonight, and I don’t know what might happen in the basement. Meanwhile, things grow. Beans are back on track, tomatoes are going gangbusters, and the bonus of this week’s harvest is a surprise benefit of the sustained heat: hard squash already! Here’s what’s in the box: continued »
When it rains, it pours, as the Morton Salt people say, and they sure got it right. Here in our little valley, the rain and the excitement just keep coming. Last night we went to sleep in the midst of a bombastic thunderstorm and woke up at 4:30 in the morning to the sound of a waterfall in our basement. continued »
Most certainly there is a country song out there warning you to be careful what you pray for, and if I knew it, I’d be singin’ it now. After weeks of praying, hoping and watching for rain, we’re in the middle of a deluge predicted to continue through the end of the week. continued »
I see that my last post was about rain, and I was truly delighted at the time, but the storm was pitifully undersized for the sort of moisture we need. I fell asleep listening to dripping gutters and woke up to the same dry farm. Yesterday we had a similarly short shower. For a small farm like ours, a summer like this isn’t such a disaster, because we can irrigate everything we have in crops. But for larger-scale family farms, the toll could be serious. continued »
