Hop crop, pt. 4

Something [dramatic pause] magical could be happening. "Life", as Jeff Goldblum once said, whilst pushing his glasses up his nose, "finds a way." And with the image above of young growth appearing near the topmost leaves of the bine (that's bine, not vine) which I oh so unfortunately bisected back in May as possible testimony to that fact, I'm cautious to announce that the Willamette may not have yet given up the ghost. Time will only tell. Not exactly like a bunch of reproducing female dinosaurs, but, perchance, we'll be making a homegrown ESB in the autumn after all...