Not every day can be sunny and idyllic at the farm. Like yesterday, when the skies opened up and down came a deluge.
Some days, you grow taller walking around as the sticky clay-like mud sticks to your shoes, and then sticks to more mud, and then grass, and more mud. You bob and weave to avoid the stepping on the minefield of slugs that surface because it is so wet. If you're like us, your glasses fog up and slowly you get chilled to the bone. It sounds like misery but it can be quite exhilarating and fun.
In the greenhouse, it is warm, dry and the rain sounds dramatic.