Wet and One-Armed in Appalachia

The Spring rains are, well, wet, and keeping us out of the fields. Let me just say that the greenhouses are neat and tidy and that our various storage spaces are becoming very well organised. I'm even about to build some shelves for the back of J*'s van, an event three years in the making.
When it dries out, we'll be putting corn and beans and squash in the ground, followed by tomatoes (!) and peppers and eggplant. Well, it's the squash that's got me really excited.
For now, we're in plant season. Starts for your garden. We've got quite an array, I must say. Herbs of all varieties, both culinary and medicinal. That's J*'s doing. She's the one putting the cornucoia out there on the table every week, from lemon basil to mugwort. We're finally starting to get this thing down, bringing this show around to where we're set up to start and sell plants, start and plant plants, harvest and sell plants, without running into insurmountable obstacles.
It's turning into J*'s year, too, what with me still not being up to par. J* is really coming into her own, this year, taking a greater role in farm management and doing all of our markets so far.
The greenhouses are looking great and the fields are quickly catching up, thanks to all of our wonderful friends who've given us so much help. I'm not far away from being fully recovered, or, at least, pretty much functional, which may be as much as I can hope for this season. And we've got really good help this year. Intern 2006 has proven to be a delight to get to know and to work with, and has even talked us into planting black eyed peas. We're riding the tide upwards.