Photo by Carol Ann Sayle
The strangest year since 1854, they say. All the area farmers are chiming in via email with their worries over the next two nights' promised low temperatures, especially in the valleys and creek bed areas, which generally have good soil and ground water. Naturally, farmers are attracted to those places. But valleys tend to get very cold, for as you know, cold air is heavier than hot air and so it settles in these fertile but low places. So suddenly the farmers are racing out to cover tender items after being just about fried silly over the drought and heat wave that made this summer the hottest/driest since 1854.
Amazingly, however, we have had a wonderful fall so far, in contrast to the summer nightmare. Over 20 inches of cool rain fell during normally hot and dry September and October. Everyone's farms greened up in just a few days. After spending all my days on irrigation, I've now practically forgotten how to turn on the well pump!
Spring finally made its appearance, in the wrong order of course, just as August came in June. Eggplants that earlier we'd had to harvest tiny, lest they turned yellow in the field, are now normal June size, and almost surprised, they nudge up against radishes on our market tables. Cherry tomatoes, on plants that didn't flat die in the summer, are red. Summer items are meeting winter crops, and folks are pleased yet a bit stunned. We're not supposed to have tomatoes with our salads down here on the frontier; this year it's happening. But, perhaps that concurrence is about to end with a layer of chilly frost.