I am a Willamette Valley girl who's lived near several hop farms for a long time.
For me, the hop fields are indicators of the seasons. I know spring is here when I see the crews starting the twining process on which the hops grow. I know when summer is really here when the hops have grown the to the top of their eighteen-foot-tall trellis and begin to produce flowers.
And when I see the first hop harvest, I know summer is almost over. I am never really ready for that moment.
To help meet the...