I both love and hate the start of the actual production season here in the US. It is full of promise and opportunity, but it is also full of anxiety and worry. The difference between a good year and a bad year can boil down to a few inches of well-timed rain or lack thereof.
What ended up being one of the driest Mays on record has quietly snuck up on some, as we went from praying it would stop raining and warm up long enough to get the crop planted, to now refreshing weather forecasts throughout the hour hoping for signs of a cool down and an addition of rain to the outlooks.
