January 25, 2007

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.

January 5, 2008

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.