hings grow just as fine in bent rows.”  That is what a friend of mine used to tell me.  It still drives me crazy though when I open the field for the first time each season…knowing full well that straight or not, everyone will notice.  So, white-knuckled, beads of sweat popping out on my forehead, eyes fixated just past the radiator cap onto a fencepost in the distance, I stare unblinkingly on the target post, resisting the urge to glance back at my progress.

That’s how it is with much of the growing process.  There is so much to remember, so many decisions to make on a daily basis.  Sometimes I wish it was one big 5 acre greenhouse so I could control the weather and make life easy.