Hop poetry

Well, it's become obvious we won't be harvesting any hops this year, as the minimum number of hours of direct sun necessary for the production of flowers wasn't met in our hobbitty backyard. At least we can find solace by trying to understand googlized translations of German pages about the hop harvest that's going on right now. Like the vineyard harvest that's only a month's away, the hops that are picked now are the only ones that will embitter the beer you enjoy for the next 12 months (lambic notwithstanding). So, onto the poetry of the hop harvest...