The fields are planted. The plants have been making good progress. But Mr. Cotton Farmer planted late. It's dry. His plants are suffering. The forecast is for something like 100-100-102-100-101-99. Or something like that.
I'll need to water the squash. I don't want to, but I'll need to. MORE ORGANIC MATTER.
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