It's been cold. Unseasonably cold. I'd complain, but that isn't what farming is all about. It isn't supposed to frost in June. But it did. I realize as I write this that all of you who questioned the feasibility of farming up here in this frigid wilderness are having your doubts confirmed. But it normally isn't this cold. Also, we are prepared. The veggies in our cold frames are doing wonderfully. We've covered up the rest of our rows with long sheets of spun polyester called floating-row covers. They rest lightly atop the plants at night and keep the ground warm. Things that aren't covered up are killed. Things under the blanket keep on keepin' on. It's a pretty good system, but stressful. I'd rather things were warmer.