The arrogance of man
Yesterday they were fine, today they're half dead
To think we could grow things out of season. To think we could grow desert plants in the wet, humid southeast. To think we could grow anything! This is the arrogance of man. We thought we were finally set up. With the “little” hoop house, we could plant super early and have tomatoes in early June, and with the big tomato umbrella, we could have them right up until frost, or close at least. We ran from the weather, but we could not hide. For late blight, never before seen on this farm, blows in with the wind, and devastates overnight. Imagine us last week, with our hands about our faces like Edvard Munch’s “The Scream”, as the horror descended upon us. Our minds filled with the innate injustice of farming: “How could it be?”, “Why us?”, “What did we do wrong?” The answer, my friends, just blew in on the wind: the arrogance of man. We cannot control everything we mean to control. Sometimes, nature happens to be cruel.