Out Like a Juvenile Sheep

March is leaving.  Abundant growth, longer days, and warmer temperatures are upon us.  I hope your fields are ready.  Mine are.  They’re just waiting to be planted.  They’re all asking me to sow summer upon their skin.

Okay, that’s as poetic as it gets.

Tomatoes go in tomorrow.  Bridgeport is a different world.  The forecast calls for nothing but highs in the mid sixties to seventies, and lows in the mid-forties…yeehaw!

Gophers are getting a little out of line.  Once again, another pest has overstepped it’s “3 feet at the end of the row” boundary, and now it’s time to send them on to parts unknown.

One of my best buds, Ryan, has joined and jolted the farm.  I feel re-energized and the CSA calls are rolling in everyday.  We’re thinking ambitious out there.  It’s all possible, again.  All the infrastucture is set, now that the water system is done.  If you’ve been sending good thoughts our way, thank you.  Keep them coming and we’ll keep the produce rolling.