As of sometime this afternoon, circumstances have gone from “oh, good, we’re getting that rain we need” to “uh-oh.” I’ve spent part of my day calling other local farms to see about the possibility of purchasing or trading for some of their crops…unfortunately, nothing in the way of row crops can be counted upon to grow during 10 solid days of rain. Except for maybe mustard greens, and there is only so much of that anyone can take.
Kathryn came to the farm today, and as usual a lot got done in a short amount of time. We had purchased new planting trays, really heavy plastic ones with over 150 cells per tray. About half of them are filled with seed from last year’s tomatoes, peppers, etc. Now we need to order a whole lot more seeds.
I’m writing this entry from a valley outside Ashland, Oregon, to which place we journeyed during little breaks in the Big Storm. That’s because we’re nuts…every year we come here to visit a dear friend and celebrate Ken’s birthday, and almost every year it’s during the Storm of the Year that we’re trying to travel.