A day past the solstice, the daylight hours begin to shorten. Now is the time in farming when the seeds and transplants are set, and we watch as plants move towards fruiting–a sort of cruise control mode, in which vigilance against pests, hoping for rain, and making sure the chickens have lots of fresh water become the main preoccupation of the rooftop farmer.

To celebrate the transition of spring into summer, another practitioner of a patient art came up to the farm–neighborhood yogis!  As the class raised their hands to the sky under a gentle rain, lightening began to crackle on the rooftop.  We moved indoors to keep going, but later as the air cleared, went back up to the farm to eat lettuces rich with atmospheric nitrogen from the passing storm. Yum, and om.