A quiet, gray day at the little house in the big woods. Rain is forecasted, and it is much needed. We’ve had a long stretch of sunny weather, and the plants could use the refreshing rain. So far, what a wonderful summer it has been. A little cool, perhaps, but just the right amount of water and sun. The plants—both in pots and in the ground—are thriving, bringing bursts of color to all the green surrounding the house.
Much different from last year, when it rained for 20 straight days in a row. So much rain stunted my potted flowers and herbs, and they never recovered. The tomatoes were watery and prone to rotting. To my way of thinking, a bad year for tomatoes is a very bad year indeed. We only get those luscious tomatoes once a year, and what a blow it is when the crop isn’t good.
Yesterday, Farmer Kev delivered our CSA vegetables. (Yes, he delivers.)
“How are the gardens doing?” I asked.
“Not bad. Things are growing pretty well,” he answered. Then he shrugged. “I hope it continues. I always hope for the best but expect the worst.”
Oh, my! Farmer Kev is only in his early 20s, but farming has taught him to be cautious about expecting too much from the weather. For most of us, weather is a matter of personal comfort—we don’t like being too cold; we don’t like being too hot. But for farmers, it is a different matter. Their livelihood depends on weather that is beneficial for their crops—the right amount of sun and rain. Too much of either can ruin the yield, and because the weather is so capricious, Farmer Kev has every right to be wary.
Well, so far, so good. Today the rain will come and bring moisture to all the gardens in Maine. This morning when it was just sprinkling, I slid in a walk to the Narrows and took a few pictures.
When I came back, I made bread, and tonight for supper we will have baked chicken and potatoes and fresh peas from Farmer Kev’s garden.
A lovely kind of gray day in June.