Beth and Rev and I, building pea trellis in the garden. This fence will hold tomatoes later in the summer.

Rev and Beth in the garden:

and later, Rev and I rolling out drip irrigation line:

we put in two lines on each row. there’s room to add a third to most of them later, if we so decide. depends on the thickness with which we decide to plant, i think, which will depend on what veggies go in where. at this point, all but the first two beds are turned off. each line has a shut-off valve on the end, so we can activate the irrigation line by line. much improved over last year’s system!

the view down the pea trellises Monday afternoon, after a full day of transplanting:

Much of Saturday afternoon featured log wrangling. When we bought the place, there were several large cottonwood limbs here and there along hte northern fenceline. They looked as if either the tree had dropped them there, or as if the tree had dropped them nearby and someone pushed them out of the way. I sort of figured they’d be there forever; a feature of the geography. but other people were more ambitious. so here’s our gallant Log Rolling crew:

from the left: , , , , Brian, and me in the background, “supervising.”

and over it goes:

pivoting into location:

one more good shove:

, this one’s for you:

log accomplishment!

Brian, Alan, me (what am i doing in there? i didn’t do anything), Robert, Tristan and Jenny

The Ritual Ground, with new and improved organic seating:

lunch break. Alan rings the dinner bell from my great-grandmother’s farm.

By the time everyone had eaten, they were no longer satisfied with all that log accomplishment. no. our middle name is ambition. instead, they tackled this notable geographic feature, which represented a significant chunk of the north fence, which Brian then took the initiative to mend:

they got it pulled to the back for strategic planning, or possibly hopping up and down:

converting talk into action, Rev, Alan and Robert tackle the tree:

and, gradually, they win.

at this point, handed me the camera and joined in the affray:

while kept the dogs out of the path of the oncoming tree:

satisfaction:

that log is now the north-northeast gate into the ritual circle.

and as if that weren’t enough, by day’s end, the barnyard looked this good:

the next day, Rev and I planted the beets:

these little guys are in the cold frame bed, because we dug that bed 3′ deep by hand, and then filled it with a custom soil blend with loads of organic material. good growing situation for root crops, and possibly the only way we can grow roots for now. keep your fingers crossed that this works out, and we have fresh beets all summer!