Have the greenhouse in a flurry of planting. That's spinach and mesclun mix setting my taste-buds to a slightly embarrassing drooling state.
Soon the dandelions and lamb's quarters will be up and getting a light sprinkling of virgin olive oil (don't get me started) and balsamic vinegar. That's a 250 watt HPS lamp to make sure they get 18 hours of light a day.
Zucchini came up in a very short time. They are on a two by four heat mat and have a timer controlled grow lamp a foot above them. I know people just can't seem to give away Zukes. Not a problem here, the chickens, turkeys and Peegs munch them down like a starving man at a salad bar! Tip of the hat to Brenda, a local greenhouse operator: water seedling with warm water.
John Deere tractor Hub. Or one of life's abundant lessons. The tractor is the backup for our skidsteer and the only thing I have that can actually lift a mini-bag of feed. It had a flat and required replacement. If you want to bring tears to a farmer's wallet tell him his tractor tires need replacement. With the help of brother Tom, who passed away this year, we got the old tire off, found a brand new one for cheap (had a cut in the side, but nothing a tube wouldn't make safe), had it filled with calcium. And it sat there for almost a year. The problem is obvious. Have a close look at those tire studs. For sure they are rusted in but good, and will require a master mechanic and specialized tools to remove them. Contemplating this huge problem kept me in procrastination mode for close to a year. I moved onto stage two of the mechanical repair issue: whining. Friend Bill, the all-things-mechanical whisperer, finally had enough and showed up on a rainy, sleety day. I tried to put him off, the skidsteer would chew up the yard, it was a nasty day. The lugs would all need to be replaced (I did some YouTube research). By the time I had found the right punch, Bill had given it a small tap and out it came. We did it again so I have a sample to take to the parts store. Easy-peazy. I spent more time figuring out how hard the job was than the half a minute it took to solve the problem. There is a life lesson, for me, in there.
Arnie, the Boar, practicing for the lazy-way-to-eat-cauliflower Olympics. He has it down to an art form.
All this procrastinating has tired me out. Think I will join Hurley in actualizing my dreams. He's in the information gathering stage here. See you in a bit.