Dear Farm Journal,

The snow and cold weather are coming. I feel a twinge of panic creeping in as I collect hoops, row covers, and clothespins. With the help of some family and friends, I get all of the crops covered except a small patch of basil because I ran out of coverings. I cringe a little to think that all of our hard work could die overnight, or at least become damaged to the point that we couldn’t sell it. The snow hits, I put the chickens in early, button down the greenhouses, and walk somberly to the house and once again wait helplessly for the morning sunshine to come melt this all away.


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