Have you noticed when you talk with a farmer, or over hear two farmers chatting, that the weather tends to dominate the conversation? Whoever told you it was dull to make idle talk about the weather sure never grew a garden! For us, weather changes our plans, both for good and bad, and always humbles.
Last week we had a good series of monsoon rains at the farm. Two beds of white onions rotted in the field because we didn't have time to harvest before the rain hit. The only thing worse than a rotten onion is not knowing it is rotten until you stick your thumb into the slimy skin (and maybe rotten potatoes). This week, the dry nights have been cold, causing the kale to take on a delicious-coming-of-fall flavor despite it being high July. Sweet greens for lunch!
We had a bizarre week last week, in beauty and chaos. First, I must thank Caleb (twice!), his mom, and Becca for making the trek from Flagstaff to our petite acre. It means a whole lot to us to have people acknowledge, and be interested in what we do out here. You all were lucky to visit on calm days of no travesty.
Second, I must thank neighbors Brig, Willie, and James for visiting on the crazy day. After an unsuccessful rental of a push rototiller, Matt rented a tractor-mounted tiller to clean our old beds get new ready for much belated planting. With a 24-hr rental window, it means get as much done as possible, and hit no stumbling blocks. Well, as it goes, Matt ran over a 20-foot stick of rebar (1/2 steel) that neither of us saw in in the field. "Sucked it up like a string of spaghetti" as Matt put it, all the way around the tiller axle. With daylight waning, we needed to return it in the morning in good condition, and this was definitely a stumbling block. With a fire ban in effect, torching it free was not a good option.
As it goes too, Brig and Willie are on the volunteer Skull Valley Fire Crew and just so happened to have on hand a big bolt cutter! Matt, Willie, and James worked together to get the rebar unspun in no time, tiller undamaged. Whew! How strange that chaos and order go along together, leapfrogging one another with their unannounced fear and joy.