...man, that's what I was thinking Friday, soaking in the 70 degree weather, almost able to see the leaf lettuce grow before the eyes, see peas emerge from their cold induced funk, even feel the burn on the neck from too much sun too soon, and now this spring day snow! Tricked again by mother nature. (the old tease) She'll seem like your best friend one day, and then kick you in the shins and take your lunch money the next.
Muckers to flip flops to snow pacs in a week's time, the weather here in Oklahoma is varied - at least it has that going for it. Poor old vegetables though. They've gotta feel betrayed, feeling I was giving them some line from In The Light, "did you ever believe that I could leave you, standing out in the cold?" and there they are, standing out in the cold, while I'm sitting by the fire hammering the keypad. It's a good thing that they can't wonder, or they'd probably be wondering why I couldn't have a little more patience.
And, no, that's not Iceberg lettuce! 
Alas, the temps are supposed to climb back in the 60's by Tuesday, so it's back to muckers. It's also back to surveying the damage, back to counting the casualties, back to learning yet another hard but invaluable lesson from old mother nature, learning that she really doesn't fight fair, no sir, not fair at all. You've noticed it too haven't you, that she'll give you a day of sun which equals a day of work, but then slip you a day of rain or snow which equals 3 or 4 days of not being able to work, a type of math unfamiliar, where one plus one equals six or eight, depending on your soil type.
So it's back to really hoping the sun won't go down on me. Not for the pleasure of it's warmth this time, no, just hoping it won't go down so we can get everything done that needs to be done, but can't get done because of the weather. Ah, the hamster wheel we call farming! Thanks for reading!
Pork & Greens