While Monday's rain was not nearly enough, it was a welcome relief.

To farm is to wrestle with nature, to hijack her own powerful evolutionary flow to our culinary ends.

We have not had measurable rain in more than a month.

What I gleaned from the glean.

I was all set to complain about the heat and humidity when I heard on NPR this morning about the heat wave in western Europe.

It might be cliché to go on about our bountiful mid-July harvest, but I think it's appropriate in this case.