I’m learning it’s wise to heed the weather forecast.  Here I am today, planting more broccoli and cabbage, it’s sunny as can be and my eyes cast down into the bed, oblivious to the changing sky.  The forecast called for showers.   The sun was shining through the clouds.

Showers…ha!

Under a banner of sun I decided to head to the greenhouse to prepare the ground for planting beans.  Ten minutes later it’s hailing and I’m running around yelling: “no, God, anything but hail…anything but hail.”  It continues to hail as I get up the Agribon hoophouse five minutes later.  Thank God I made the hoops yesterday.

If the forecast calls for showers, prepare for a tornado.  If the low is going to be 40, prepare for 25.  Not that I expect the worst.  I’m learning the Mother Nature keeps us on our toes.

I took the afternoon off.  It’s Andrea’s birthday (my fiance).  She lives in Davis right now, getting her teaching credential.  It’s a big step for me to be away so long from the farm.