I was doing some off-blog chatting with Dr. Biggles. Sent him today's New York Times food section cover story (about meat, duh!; link expires in a week).
We've been commiserating about the unbelievably incessant rain in the Bay Area. (We are not being wimps; you'd melt too if you had to go through 27 days of drippage in March and as of today, 11 in April.)
It's heavy, cold, wet rain.
Biggles found a red worm crawling on the super-saturated (judging by the photo he sent me) inside of his bathroom window.
Maybe the worm story is just funny.
But the weather is bad news for farmers. Tana at Small Farms spoke to a farmer at the Santa Cruz market who told her tomatoes are already in trouble. The seedlings are mature enough to go into the ground, but the ground is too hostile to take them.
Last year I had my tomatoes in container pots on the patio as early as March, I think. By the middle of June, I was harvesting my first ripe ones, and I had a whole (little) bowlful by the Fourth of July (see fireworks here).
I was so pleased with myself — especially when we dropped by the Marin County Fair and looked at the pathetic little green marbles rolling around on paper plates, over in the Horticultural Exhibit. Then and there, I decided to exhibit my ripe tomatoes in 2006, and I filled out a preregistration form.
Well, the exhibitors' guide arrived in the mail yesterday. And there's no way I'm going to be able to enter.
There's no way I'm going to be able to get tomatoes into the ground soon enough.
So, as I joshed with Dr. Biggles, maybe I'm not a tomato ranchin' bum.
Maybe I'm a mildew ranchin' bum.