Dear Farm Journal,
When the firmament flows with fickle air, farmers flex their mind around time. A sun-amplifying heat nudged us out of the greenhouse in the morning. Then a blustering squall, swinging with snowfall, blew us back into the farmhouse for a late lunch. We had all but resolved to spend the afternoon catching up on office work, when the seductive sunshine beguiled us back to the gardens. Mother Nature sets the stage, and we must catch the cues and play the part.