We've been doing great returning boxes (or leaving boxes). Thanks! Boxes are a significant expense and their re-use really keeps costs down. Please make sure to look at both the first and last name when finding your box! If you accidentally grab the wrong box, you might be disappointed, the owner of that box is going to be disappointed, and we the farmers have to scramble to harvest and deliver an additional box for the deprived person. I've made this mistake myself, so I understand how it can happen, which is why I'm reminding you now to look at both first and last names. Thanks!
June. Named after Juno, the Roman goddess of childbirth and fertility. The weeds that escaped our hoes in April and early May have all grown up and are having children of their own now. Usually, June rolls in on a saucy heat wave, announcing her presence like a child demanding your attention, stamping her feet and screaming “Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!”
But Juno was evidently distracted by the pandemic, because June just sort of slid into the raucous party through an already open door and sat down. I hardly even recognized her. Sweatshirts in the mornings and evenings, no desperate popsicle breaks, breezy, sunny skies--even the squash seems to be confused and isn’t growing so fast. A subtle and perfect June will have us all complacent and unprepared for that blast of July that is sure to come, but since there’s nothing we can do about that, let’s just enjoy the sweatshirts while we wait.