I once grew cantalope that were he sweetest ever. It was a year that had just the right amount of sun and rain. A perfect year weather wise for growing just about anything. Doesn’t happen often enough.
“I once grew cantalope that were he sweetest ever. It was a year that had just the right amount of sun and rain. A perfect year weather wise for growing just about anything. Doesn’t happen often enough.”
Last year, I had tomato plants growing higher than me... then the drought and heat wave hit. After that, nada. I fear our “perfect weather years” may be a thing of the past...
thanks to the wannabe gods weaponizing the weather.