I love the ebb and flow of seasons on a farm. And as summer gives way to fall, our hot weather gardens yield to the cool weather crops.
It’s been a tough summer on the farm in some ways. Some things just didn’t produce well, and I’m not quite sure why.
But as I see a garden rich in mustard greens, and as I see huge broccoli heads forming, and as I see more kale than we could possibly eat, my pitiful little tomatoes just don’t seem to matter so much any more.