Dubious Anniversaries of Sorts….

It was in 1973 that I  gave  up my chair as bassist for the aspiring Ray Charles tribute band Great Baye to farm up here in Plainfield.  It will be 40 years this year that  Anne and I have been married.   Been forty years since I graduated from UNH with a degree in Environmental Science,  finishing  a fairly  undistinguished and unremarkable academic career.  

It’s also been forty years since the town of Plainfield has had as much untimely and destructive weather as it has this year .  After a sopping wet June of that year,  the weather gods followed up with a storm  on July 4th that  dumped 4” of rain onto the already saturated earth.  The result was flash flooding  all about the town.  Families on our road were isolated for days,   due to washouts of sections of the road as well as to a couple of well -placed  mudslides on the lower end of the road.  Anne and I were stranded that day, trying to retrieve some calves from a farm in West Claremont,  only to  come  to a stop  with the truck  and trailer on the way home when the hole in the road turned out to be 40 feet deep.  We spent the night at the house of a friend of the family in Plainfield Village and were not able to get home until the next afternoon.

That was a pretty expensive weather event for the town of Plainfield.  There were federal disaster monies made available, but it took months to get culverts replaced and  roads back into shape.  They did a good  job, but little would they know for another 40 years  just how  well they actually had done.  Didn’t effect Anne and me too much,  we  were only cropping a couple of acres, and those acres sat on dry ground.   I didn’t have irrigation then,  so the melons and corn really liked the extra moisture.  (So did the weeds, but that’s another story…)

Fast forward to 2013. After planting corn with dust masks and living in what then appeared to be a developing dust bowl, we started to get rainy weather…..just about the time we started picking strawberries. It was helpful in  the continuation of crop planting, but timely rain,  not continuous rain,  is really the order of the day during strawberry harvest.  So  we were doing a pretty good job of dealing with the crop for what  we could pick  and sell,  but  the PYO pickers couldn’t get into the field, or didn’t want to come out into the muggy,  rizzly weather.  Out of a potential 17 evenings that we were open for PYO, only twice did we stay open for our full  hours of operation.  We were either rained out,  or the threat of lightning made us close the  patch.  The farm crew was doing an admirable job harvesting, and rot was minimal because we were  getting just enough periods of drying and breeziness.   But on  July 2nd it started raining in the afternoon – 2.5″ in 40 minutes.  It washed out all our  farm roads  and just hammered the strawberries.  During that night it rained another 3″,  and just when the workers knelt down to  try to sort through the mess and  pick strawberries, the heavens opened up and dumped another inch of rain on them.  The 2013  strawberry season was pretty much over .

Peter  contemplates the merits of a FYO enterprise for the farm  (Fish YYourOwn) in the shop door yard
Peter contemplates the merits of a FYO enterprise for the farm (Fish Your  Own) in the shop door yard

It has been a hard summer for all farmers:  dairy,  orchardists,   loggers  and truck farmers alike.  Weather seems  to come in extremes.  Extreme heat, extreme rainfall, extreme wind and lighting…..There are  a lot of long faces in the  greater farming family, and more sad than happy stories to go around.  The sun is headed in the other direction,  making it too late to plant many crops with the expectation of profitability. Most all the farmers I talk to  have the same resigned quote for you: “It is what it is..”  The crops and dollars  that we  have lost to this season would make good gossip in another year,  but alternately seem disarmingly insignificant to the loss suffered by some of my  fellow farmers in this current year. But if there is one type of human who could be considered an optimist in this world,  it would be a farmer. Couple of days of sun and things start to  look normal.   I look at the new strawberry plants I put in and they are  looking  pretty good.  Not many  weeds, leaves are big – I get excited all over again.  We are able to forget (somewhat) the weather-induced depression and again we are “off to the races.”  

I remarked once to my friend Skip Paul that I felt I suffered from some sort of ADHD  or ADD- an attention deficit disorder.   He shot back , “Well, isn’t that a prerequisite for being a farmer?”

Part of the farm heading to Long Island Sound- July 2,2013
Part of the farm heading to Long Island Sound- July 2,2013