Kelsey and Trey hanging with us in the extreme heat to trellis peppers. Thanks guys!
I’m just going to go ahead and admit it. Last week was a tough week to be a farmer in the southeast. We tried, somewhat in vain, to maintain morale, but heat exhaustion is cumulative and the struggle was real. The heavy air came in from the rain and mercilessly tried to choke us. There was no sympathy from the sun. It ganged up with the humidity and beat us even after we cried “uncle.”
But we arrived here to August, somewhat in one piece, ready to take on the tomatoes. Did you catch that? It’s already August! It’s sort of the pinnacle of our season. It signals…well, something. All it seems to signal these days is more tomatoes to pick. But we’ve been here before. We know August is the top of the slide into more angular sunlight and big blue skies and evenings that make you want to sip prosecco on the porch. August: adjective meaning inspiring reverence or admiration; majestic.
Yes, we have arrived. Not exactly the august arrival to August that we intended—completely on top of things and bursting with energy—but all the same, we have arrived. Exhausted and limping, we still intend to conquer the world.