This morning, I wished I could cry. I got seriously depressed instead.
I do not remember getting frost in the last week of May. Ever. We got it last night, and it might repeat today. That means that potatoes, which had just started to emerge from the ground, some recovering from one bout of late frost already, froze again. I tried to protect them with canvas, but it did not help much.
I also planted some beans and corn already, as well as basil and oregano. Most of that is dead; tonight it might get the coup de grâce.
Several days of work down the drain, and I am back to square one. The problem is that if I start beans and corn now, they might not mature enough before the first frost in the fall. I will still try, because that is all I can do, but so far this year, I am only counting my losses – first crappy germination rates and too hot and dry April and now this. Fuck this insane weather, this really is not normal.

















































