Dillon T. Pickle

One sunny day in late spring when the soil was warm, and the breeze just right, a Newberg farmer tucked a neat row of cucumber seedlings into the ground. He had a good feeling his pickles were going to win the prize at the August state fair, and as he strutted back to his farmhouse, he could already taste their sweet, briny flavor – and victory. It wasn’t long before spring turned into summer and the plants grew long vines and big green leaves. And so the cucumbers grew plum…