Hop planting season is fast approaching. I have been mentally planning my garden, waiting for the frost danger to pass and the rhizomes to come into the LHBS. The wife and I have already made a trip to the hardware store looking at trellises and purchasing seeds for our squash plants. My reading for the train in the coming weeks will consist of Treatise on hop growing in Washington territory.
Ezra Meeker is the founder of the town that I live. He was a prolific hop farmer in his day and founded the town on hop farming. He was once known as the King of Hops. The hop lice disaster in the late 90's (Eighteen nineties that is) destroyed the hops in the river valley and Meeker proclaimed the hop as being a fickle crop. I will not hold out hope for a successful turnout this season. With a little luck I may have a harvest pure enough to brew a pale with.
Thinking of you Ezra.
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