Farming, much like the cross-section of the red cabbage, is filled with an unpredictable maze of twists and turns. As a farmer it is my duty to navigate this gauntlet with the courage and precision of a victorinox harvest knife. Not one of the dull ones once lost in the cauliflower, no, one of the sharp ones we have yet to destroy.

As I type this a glowing rainbow arcs through the sky above the greenhouse. A double rainbow? No. But still, what does it mean!? Should I laugh? Should I cry? This is the conundrum of the farmer.