"Heather! You OK??? You hurt???"
I was fine but I did have fun saying to Brent: "I put a whole in the Tonka Truck today, hope you don't mind." You shoulda seen his eyes go wide...
After the leg smash, I gave Evelyn some driving lessons in Walhalla. She is taking her test again (third time's the charm!) on July 11th - she is determined to learn this great American pastime and become more independent. And hey, I'm all about helping the sisterhood, especially when they bring you PIE.
Bad News: We had a big ass storm last Wednesday that I knew damn well was coming and yet, I failed to prepare by rolling up my awning. The storm was supposed to arrive mid-day, which made me think I had plenty of time, but alas, it arrived at 7 a.m. and I awoke to the sounds of clanging metal bars and flapping canvas:
"Zat right? Well, I heard Donny's barley is all gone."
|A wheat field mangled by hail.|
|Beans, which hate "getting their feet wet"|
Good News: On the 4th of July, Brent's granddaughter, Emily, and her three friends stopped by the farm to light off their impressive stash of fireworks. Perched cozily in my in my camping chair and blanket, we admired the the glorious full moon rising behind the fields and enjoyed the free show!
We tried to get CORN spelled out but the 'R' proved difficult.
Bad News: Evidence remains that when learning to drive the Tonka Truck, I may or may not have started it while in gear - reverse, specifically. And I may or may not have put a very stylish swoosh stain on Brent's black pick-up truck, which, thank god, is his "beater"truck, not the fancier white one or the even fancier black truck he only uses "for weddings or funerals."
Good News: The garden is producing!
|Radishes - French Breakfast and Easter Egg variety|
|Lettuce - no more buying from the store!|
|Cilantro but alas, no onions or tomatoes yet for salsa.|
And, finally, because people are always telling Brent that he carries too much in the back of his truck - everything but the kitchen sink - here's a final image: