This morning, spring jumped the clock forward an hour and the mid-March day, as though awakened from its den, stormed forward like the proverbial lion to rain, hail, rain, mist, and rain again after a brief window of sunshine. Not to be deterred, at 8am I met Tess on the rooftop to do some farming. By ten am, despite the awful weather, a crowd of about a dozen had gathered to help apply a fresh harvest of compost, lay the drip-lines, harvest the overwintered carrots, and do some spring cleaning on the gutters. At one point, while I was drilling the hoop house together, it began to hail. I looked up at the farm. All the volunteers were bent over the earth, fixing the drip tape into place by digging it down into the soil. The hail lasted about fifteen minutes. Everyone just kept working. It was incredible.

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