Finally! The first four
tommy-toes! (Yes, I can count --- Mark snitched one before I was
able to take the picture.) They are nearly two weeks later than
last year, but are no less delicious for their lateness.
Our butter dealers told Mark that you just have to expect to lose the
whole harvest one year in ten down in these bottoms. I'm a huge
believer in diversification in farming --- unless the flood waters come
up here and physically wash us away, we're bound to do well with at
least a few crops. The fall peas and broccoli, for example, are
growing a mile a minute.
And I believe our luck is changing. Folks nearby got six inches
of rain in a sudden downpour Tuesday, but we only got a quarter of an
inch. Maybe we'll have a summer harvest yet!