seventh grade math

a lot of times on the farm little projects are constantly getting put off.  it’s a good idea, of course, and the intention is in the right place, but right at the last second something more pressing will appear and reprioritize it.  building this fence.  cleaning that shelf.  but then, you know, i’ll end up having to sprint through a suburban neighborhood after a five hundred pound calf instead.

and so today—after four months of seeing that long cardboard box with the impressively heavy plastic roll inside sit in the corner of our equipment shed and wonder when we would use it—today, we put the cover on the hoop house.

great success!

some serious on the fly action today, performing a potentially troublesome task.  once the massive sheet-ninety six feet by forty eight—is attached to one side of the hoop house, and pulled up and over towards the other, it becomes an enormous wind sail capable of all sorts of mishaps.  the worst of which, would probably be that it could be torn or punctured.  the idea is for it to keep heat in, so a total lack of gaping holes is definitely a quality we value highly.

the job was done with a few improvisations—such as the trowel tied to a rope trick to launch up and over to the other side—and was accomplished pretty seamlessly.

at the end of a long day, working hard in the almost freezing air, i realized i somehow forgot to eat or drink a single thing since i left the house this morning.  something about being cold—like a pitcher icing his shoulder—i don’t feel the same triggers which normally remind me to hydrate, or have a snack. 

another task off the list.

another great day.

here i am, thirsty and tired.