Today I heard that a local farmer who services CSAs and attends several farmers markets nearby (but not mine) was unhappy about our recent, dark weather. It's not tomato weather, he said in so many words.
Now, I've been moaning for weeks about the absence of tomato weather in my backyard, where my contribution to the economy is zero and my dependence on crops to make a living is also zero.
Suddenly I feel puny. Like a selfish suburban whiner who wants to garden, but Mother Nature has other plans. Whaah, whaah.
How do you think this farmer feels? Probably a little bit panicked. Disappointed like me, sure, but more kinda worried.
For the three past summers, the growing season has been late, and it's really getting to me. I'm losing my mojo and putting in fewer and fewer plants. It's discouraging. Sometimes I hardly want to go outdoors and pull weeds, because it's rainy and miserable.
(Please refrain from preaching about tornado victims here, thank you.)
Well, that farmer does not get to go all delicate on us, no matter what is coming down from the sky. Cats, dogs, locusts, rain, meatballs. He's got a financial commitment to the earth, and he must soldier on. Farmer on, whatever.
Weather or not, though, I am still a tomato ranchin' bum, and there are always a lot of 'maters out there, if I have to pick them green and roast them in November.
Even so (and allow me one last sniffle), it's hard to put on a happy face. Let me try.
I raise a toast to the whiners and the farmers. Spread sunshine all over the place!