Before breakfast this morning (thank heavens I had had my latte), hubby announced he wanted to get out and seed the pumpkin patch with buckwheat before the rain started.
First order was to move the pile of rocks unearthed in yesterday's tilling operation.
A lot of weight ended up in that wheelbarrow. He had to push it down the driveway a ways, across our small hay field and into the wood's line to dump it on our designated rock pile. When he got back, he announced he'd used up all his deodorant for the day.
I worked at leveling out the ground before planting.
Then we seeded the ground liberally (using the latest technological methods, as you can see) and raked the area one more time to bury the seeds.
Now we're inside, we've been fortified with a hearty breakfast, and the raindrops have started falling. Perfect timing! A gold star to my better half for getting us out there first thing today.
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