Finally, despite a frigid May 1st wind that made it feel more like late October, we actually got out and muddied our shoes. Tfoster wins the best dressed award for farm-themed gear. From the parking lot I thought, "Who's that old farmer dude talking to Hungrygirl?" Turns out it wasn't an old dude at all...anyway, here are some pics to prove we actually made a dent.
Tilling by hand. Gas power is for wimps.
The first casualty.
A little progress.
And a little more. (Keep in mind that we can't feel our fingertips at this point)
And at long last, we get some seeds in the ground.
Monday, May 02, 2005
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Just so everyone knows, df wrote this, not me.
these lovely photos do not do justice to the pain aspect of our labor. my HANDS hurt the next day...my HANDS!!!
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