|Giant bizarre machinery has returned to my life.|
|I love me some menacing clouds.|
My Colorado visit was epic. I stopped in Crestone to see Miss Bliss and Nealio and grab me some blessings at the stupa. (Bliss and I did powerful work up there - some wheels be turnin'....)
|"Hello, Universe? Um, is this thing on?"|
|Hearthstone music night|
|Adam, Noah and Tracy, jammin' on the porch|
|Susan, Harriet and Scott, hanging at the Common House|
|This guy is happy because he is awesome.|
|Reid, Ben and Molly at Little Man Ice Cream|
|Boudreaux Kirkpatrick aka "Mr. Handsome"|
|Free to Bee Me!|
|Two of my hosts, Annika and Kiki|
I've arrived smack in the middle of a planting frenzy. Though the skies are clear, the air is thick with harried stress. With the fields still wet and muddy, farmers face a race with the rain and the pending insurance deadlines. (Certain crops have 'must be planted by' dates or they face a percentage decrease in their pay.)
|Brent seeding wheat.|
The garden has been tilled (thanks to Brent) and I've got Glass Gem popcorn planted, plus some onions. I wanted to plant more today but winds are too high (25 mph) and I've got a meeting with the new head of the Chamber of Commerce anyway. Somehow, I've become the new lead for the Cavalier Farmers Market so we're going to make some changes, maybe move it from the park to main street for higher visibility and more customers.
The plot is 50' x 119' (6 of that are garlic rows) which never sounds very impressive when people ask me, "So how many acres do you farm?" (Sheepish answer: "One-tenth of an acre.") However, considering I am doing it all by the hand and hoe of yours truly, it is plenty acreage.
Trust me on this.