Snow dusted our crops in the two-week countdown to the first farmers market of the season. Yet another reminder of growing food over 5,500 feet in elevation. Yet our spirits soar ever higher with any additional degree of warmth, and a delicious, albeit minimal, rainfall graced the lands last night. Stepping outside this morning awakened me as I have never been before; the crisp, sweet smell of cottonwoods in rain forced my mouth open in order to inhale the majesty all the better.
Such a morning makes life inexplicably beautiful, exquisite in fact. Brilliant orioles alight at the bird feeder, and fruit tree blossoms are popping daily. Bind weed once again pervades the garden, though I cannot bless it with 
such favorable description as the above farm-life observations. So, a-weeding we go, though such a pest will never be conquered.
Clarence is planting multiple rows of greens now, so that we will be able to harvest them by the beginning of July. And so begins the summer of plenty – growing plenty of items, planting them with enough time to spare. Frugal we may be as farmers, yet what you have not grown, you cannot sell. In other words, we don’t plan as if every last lettuce leaf will be sold. We plan as if every last leaf plus another row can be sold.
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