The intermittent creek at our farm is gushing for the first time since we bought the place in 1998. Every other year, I would be delighted by all the spring precipitation. By mid-July, our landscape looks completely parched and ready for a tall glass of water. Recently, I have woken up a number of times at night to monsoon-like downpours and worried about melting glaciers releasing excess moisture into the atmosphere. Over breakfast, my husband Tom, who tends to notice silver linings, reminds me that the shifting weather pattern we have seen in our 12 years of farming allows for extended winter production. I feel momentarily reassured. It’s good to have company during the tumult of the early 21st century, which is why we love being part of the Siskiyou Sustainable Cooperative.