I don't have time (or the energy!) to write much tonight, so I'll show some photos instead.
First of all.... the lord of the manor, hitching a ride in the neighbour's tractor.
Isn't he adorable!
The plot was rotavated the other day, so the Builder began erecting the frames again. Not all our vegetables will be inside 'cages', but they protect from the wind, rabbits and butterflies (there will be netting over the top).
Here's our hired help. The best kind of hired help is the help you don't actually hire. Work, for no hire. That's what I call a good deal.
Here are some of the tatties, waiting to be planted....
See Jackson? Helping. (You all remember the kind of help our toddlers were? Yep, we've got it all again with Jackson. Only worse...)
As always the Builder and Big Brother had meticulous planning discussions. The Wheres, Whens and Whats of all eventualities are gone over.
"Give me strength! Just put the potatoes into the ground. They don't care whether the furrow runs North to South or East to West. They don't even care whether they're straight or not."
"Yes they do!"
"No they don't. Get them into the ground!"
My patience was wearing thin.
Oh this felt good.
Too complicated to give a running commentary, but just to let y'all know - Catherine and I were the ones doing the hard work.
DR and Big Brother have no bending. No aching backs. No hard work. But oh boy, plenty orders.
"Catherine, do it this way."
"Anne, for crying out loud, put that potato straight."
"Catherine, the spaces are too small."
"Anne, these potatoes are too far apart."
On and on....
Oh the joy of seedlings.
Ahhhh. Peas. They don't speak back to me.
Coriander doesn't order me about...
And just before I leave you all. Come and see the ...
yep, you guessed it. Tonight's sunset. Ahhhh.