Another powerful, short lived thunderstorm hit my farm today. 45 MPH winds blew in with such fury that I could not open my eyes, then the heavy pounding rain along with plenty of hail, put the final insult to my hops by breaking vines and more tip loss from hail.
This was just after I, and my faithful farm hand Pat, had just finished an excruciating 12 hour marathon of weeding then clipping and stinging another row of hops to the twine. If you ever had a romantic notion of growing hops, I hope you are reading my blog!
I did manage to get a photo of Pat just after a 10 hour job in the hop yard below. Notice how the vines secret oils that discolor poor Pat's fingers. (Oh, in case you didn't know, I have two field hands. The other one's name is Charlie, my right hand!!)