Three days of rain, at first off and on, but now with some gumption. And cold enough that when the sun does manage to peak through, dark surfaces steam up. And the roof around our dormers is leaking again. Called the contractor, and know I'll have to do it again at least two more times. Standard protocol, yes?
Let's hope we get a bit of a reprieve this afternoon to bring the air temp back above 60. There are little sprouts in the greenhouse that will begin to dampen off if not. And those spuds in the ground will rot. And I neglected to mention the sleet that surely must have knocked the transplants around a bit.
The tadpoles in the pond are enjoying this. And, mind you, I'm not complaining as much as worrying, and then not fretting so much for our little patch as those trying to make a go at what we gave up a few years back when already the weather showed signs of cooler and wetter springs, only to leave off the wet bit for summer.
The young farmers we have attempted to mentor have a thing going today: Get to know your CSA farmer. CSA = Community Supported Agriculture, a term with which I've never been entirely comfortable, as it is more a subscription service to a particular farm or group of farmers. It needs to be more personalized to match the commitment of all those involved, provider and consumer, which is why the young farmers are hosting today's event.
We were invited. They want to pay us back for all that we have done for them by giving us a free share for the season. In return, we offer feeback. In my more cynical moments, that seems to keep them beholden, but this is not the reason we have declined the weekly basket. See above.
I will, however, put on my muck boots and mosey on over at some point today. With this rain, I can't imagine they'll have much of a turnout.