It was a stormy day yesterday, and the rain fell and fell and fell. And so, this morning’s sun slowly rose over a flooded veggie field. I could hear the arugula calling out, “hey! we’re under water here! Hope you enjoyed our time on your plate!” The rest of the veggies didn’t even write a letter.
Truth be told, the Asian greens were already too soggy for harvest last week. This field is wet all winter long and well into the spring, so it is never a surprise when this happens. But that never makes it any easier to watch all that growing food go under overnight.
Most everything growing there was well harvested though. The arugula would have kept on going for a while, and there were some good Chinese cabbages we lost. But between the deer eating all the other cabbages and the fall broccoli and what we pulled out ourselves, it was all okay in the end. The frisee was looking really good and was fun and it isn’t planted anywhere else on the farm, so I will miss the pretty, spike-y spunk it added to the salad mix.
The real bummer was that the strong winds ripped a corner of our greenhouse plastic off. Those end walls we meant to build on it all summer; well, we never got to them. So now, we will take all of the plastic off and re-use a portion of it for the smaller propagation greenhouse we need to build this winter. And then we will have to buy new plastic for this one.
A good lesson, all of it, always, this weather. We could easily come away from these things feeling like we can never catch a break from it, never win. It is a formidable foe. But the beauty of being six years in and having this element of nature challenge us over and over again is that we had the choice from the beginning to decide we could just let it roll off our skin instead of sticking. And we had the choice to decide that instead of caving in, we could just keep learning from each event as it happened, adjusting as best as we can to face the next round of winds as at least as well as we did and hopefully better.
Those were our choices, are our choices. That is how we weather all the storms around here, big and small. With a grain of salt and goggles if necessary.