This morning began momentously. With the upper field tilled and set into beds, we began to transplant our first seedlings at Mount Veeder. Omar observed that it was the perfect day for transplanting. Indeed the cool, misty weather would be kind to the scores of little tomatoes, peppers, and eggplants we were about to put in the ground, minimizing their suffering from "transplant shock."
Alas, after I had transferred merely a couple dozen tomato plants into their new earthy environs, the mist turned into a drizzle, which turned into a steady rain. The soil turned into mud, which began to stick to my boots, hands, and shovel. We had to call it a day, lest we compact the soil and ruin the beds.
We'll get those fields planted sooner or later, Mother Nature, just you wait!