We had days of sunny warm weather and then nights of 16 degrees. Johnny Jump Ups, Daffodils and maple syrup producers may like those enormous spring variations in temperature but not me. My sensitive, anxiety-driven constitution just cannot handle the stress of worrying about those out-of-season plants trying to germinate in our greenhouse. But spring seems to have crescendoed into steadily-increasing nighttime temps, still below freezing but barely so. Our peppers and tomatoes are still fighting their tropical constitutions every night. I’m putting trust in the Northern breeders who selected these Bobcats and Mountain Princesses and Sakura’s that they can handle the chill. I’ve moved on…
The tractor arrived yesterday. Thunderous despite its small size. It whimpers, it howls, it rattles and pulls steel and iron over rocks, gravel, and giant, seemingly-impenetrable mounds of quack-grass. The disking has begun.
Our project list is covered in ‘priority’ stars. Last week we found a place to put our shit. It’s all about the fundamentals here. This week: clean water. Next week: home.
PAPER PLOW FURROW 