So. I had a goldfish. WE had a goldfish. During covid. I never wanted to keep a fish in captivity but… my daughter desperately wanted a goldfish to keep her company. Which ended up being my goldfish, of course. Their name was Tequila. We think it was a they. I fed this damn fish every single day, to the point where it became a ritual for me, and when I would walk by the fish it would wiggle its whole little body and get all excited to see me. I fed this thing every day for 3 years. I was emotionally attached to a goldfish. And then Tequila went and died on me. Right as we were headed into our 9th harvest here at Two Wolves. Maybe Tequila knew I wouldn’t be around as much to wiggle for.
We had a cold spring and got a late start due to cooler soils. It’s been consistently, incredibly windy. Wind always makes us a little nervous.
A beautiful warm June, mild July, and the heat in August was steady which has caught us up to a more typical time frame. The fruit is generally light this year but looking really clean and perfect.