Eden Garden Update-Year 2

Lettuce and spinach reseeded itself among the broccoli

 It's been two full seasons since we completely converted our garden plot in the fashion described by a movie called Back to Eden. (See blog post Experimenting with Eden.) We have learned a lot since we started (See blog posts First Eden Experiment Update and Eden Garden Update-Year 1 Lessons), and we can now count the project as mostly a success.

As soon as the snow melted this spring, we began seeing signs that the lettuce and spinach seeds that we sowed in Fall and believed to be long gone were not only still viable, but had indeed germinated! This was our first positive sign from our previously unimpressive mulch bed.

I got a slow start on planting the rest of the garden due to a death in the family and a catastrophic knee injury that resulted in a 3 month lay up and surgery. It was all I could do to crutch through Home Depot to pick out vegetable starts in late May, and if Home Depot didn't have it, well, it didn't get planted this year.

I coerced the Hubby into putting my store-bought starts in the ground, and I laid, with icepack on my elevated knee, staring out my bedroom window at the rising tide of bindweed spilling into the garden from the pasture. I emailed friends and acquaintances my desperate pleas for help pulling weeds in exchange for harvest rights, at least until I could sit in a chair and pull them myself.

Summer came, temperatures rose, and I finally ditched the crutches. Other than the spring greens, which had by this time bolted and gone to seed, the only thing that was doing really well was the bindweed. "Physical therapy" became a euphemism for weeding the garden, and was actually pretty effective from a mobility and muscle development standpoint, and my surgeon was rightly impressed with my muscle tone by my 3-month post-operative visit.

By July, I'd removed at least 1000 pounds of bindweed from in and around my vegetables. I was ready to burn the entire garden to the ground because my paltry vegetable plantings were failing to provide food in proportion to the amount of work I was putting into keeping them happy and weed-free. I decided I'd pull out the remaining bindweed and then rake the mulch down to the dirt to rip any tiny shoots that may be running undetected beneath the ground cover. Then we got a good rain.

About a week later, I went out to evaluate the effectiveness of my bindweed destruction plot and discovered something very interesting. Volunteers. Dozens of baby tomato plants were thriving in the part of the garden I'd abandoned because of last year's vole infestation. And the lettuces and spinach that I let go to seed after they bolted, had re-seeded themselves everywhere. I even found them in my pasture where I'd pitched the dead plants when I replanted the row. Of course, some mulch made its way to the other side of the fence as well, along with the dead piles of bindweed.

Tomato volunteers

I now believe that all of those viable seeds were trapped somewhere in the mulch beneath the bindweed, and that by vigorously raking the mulch, I reunited the seed with the soil, and aerated the entire environment at the same time. This caused a flurry of growth in a way I hadn't seen to date in the garden.

Lettuce in the pasture

I discovered that last year's less-than-impressive mulch bed is now practically a living, breathing organism all on its own. Colonies of pill bugs are evident, along with all of the beneficial companion bugs that help compost and break down soil. Worms are abundant and healthy and the soil just an inch down is moist and dark black with organic matter. What a marvel!

Pill bug colony (I think)

Later research revealed that my nemesis bindweed is actually renowned for restoring fertility to an area. The website Home Remedies For You claims:

"Bindweed finds other uses in restoring the fertility of agricultural land that has been subject to the extensive use of chemicals and pesticides. It is researched and believed to eradicate chromium, copper, and cadmium from the soil.Bindweed also exhibits properties similar to that of nitrogen fixing plants. The presence of calystegins in the roots of bindweed act as a source of carbon and nitrogen to the rhizobacteria that is responsible for nitrogen fixation. Thus, the fertility of the soil is enhanced for agricultural use."

So to recap, the Eden Experiment does not work as advertised. It is not a solution to the problem of weeding, at least not in parts of the country where bindweed grows. It is, however, an excellent way to return fertility to your soil, create an optimal environment for plants to grow, and minimize water usage throughout the season.

Eden Garden Update-Year 1 Lessons

In our first year of implementing the Eden Garden program, (See blog post Experimenting with Eden) we experienced some ups and downs.

Successes
Year one's garden produced a humongous harvest. My cucumber yield alone was nearly commercial in scale as I was harvesting 10 pounds of pickling cukes per day. I was able to give hundreds of pounds away in addition to canning 3 cases of dill relish, 6 cases of garlic dill pickles, 2 cases of spicy dill pickles and a case or two of my new invention, "burger stackers". I also had great watermelons, peppers, and tomatillos, and a satisfactory harvest of potatoes and slicing tomatoes. I made several cases of different salsas and tried a great peach, pepper jelly recipe that I'm determined to repeat.

Failures
The corn was a total bust as we got corn smut (didn't know it was a delicacy until after we threw away the infected ears), and we wound up trapping 5 pillaging raccoons, but by then, they had consumed every ear of good corn left. The zucchinis never survived the squash beetle infestation and the monstrous cherry tomato plants turned into habitat for voles, which threatened to take over the rest of the garden. It's hard to tell at this point in the experiment how much of our failure was due to the 80 degree temperatures starting in March and the historic drought conditions, and how much was related to growing pains in the new system. We do know that we definitely made a few mistakes that affected our success rate. This is what we learned.

Mistake #1: Installing the new mulching system in the spring.
While it kept the weeds at bay, the new mulch began composting at the soil surface and robbed the soil of the nitrogen it needed to feed our seeds, thus, most of the seeds we sowed directly did not germinate. In hindsight, we should have plowed our old garden under in the fall and installed the irrigation and mulch then. That way it would have had the entire winter to compost under the snow and perform its necessary nitrogen exchange, leaving the ground fertile by springtime.

Mistake #2: Mulching over the seed.
After sowing our seed, we covered the newly planted seed with the mulch, not even considering that the same mulch layer that inhibits growth of weeds would surely be a barrier to our new vegetable shoots as well. To combat this problem in later plantings, we left rows open until the shoots were above the mulch line, then pushed the mulch around the new greens.

Mistake #3: Over and under-watering.
With the mulch present, it's difficult to tell when the plants need water, because you can't just observe the dry soil. When we planted our starts, many of them shocked right away so we gave them plenty of water. They snapped out of it, but then looked droopy the next day so we watered again. We just kept watering any time one of the plants looked limp and droopy, and ultimately, many died. When we dug the poor plants up, we discovered they were sitting in a pool of water. We finally bought a moisture meter and used it each time we thought we should water. Mostly, we were completely wrong about when the garden needed irrigation and when it didn't. The majority of the plants snapped back when we used science, rather than passive observation to determine if the poor buggers needed water.

End of year one
At the end of the year, we put the garden to bed by pulling the large dead plants, and letting anything that fell off join the mulch to compost naturally over time. That means that frost damaged tomatillos, tomatoes, cucumbers, melons, etc, were left on the surface of the soil to decompose throughout the winter, and the plants got pitched over the pasture fence.

Exhausted from an epic year of planting, harvesting, canning and freezing, we sowed just one row of lettuce and spinach in the fall, and built a row cover for the top, but one blasting windstorm ended our row cover, so we just left the poor seeds on their own until spring. Hopefully year two will reveal more success from the Eden Experiment.

The ugly truth about vegetarian hens

If you're like lots of egg eaters who don't own their own laying hens, you buy the fancy, vegetarian, cage-free, organic eggs at the supermarket.

Maybe you buy them because you care about the humane treatment of animals. Cage-free eggs mean the chickens actually walk around, doing what nature intended chickens to do, which is far better than the alternative. Those cheap eggs come from hens that spend their lives in a tiny, dusty, brightly lit prison cell, eating, pooping, and laying eggs, ultimately culminating in their sad, untimely deaths in a matter of mere months. Yes, cage-free is DEFINITELY better.

Maybe you buy the fancy eggs because you're making a conscious decision to eat healthier. Organic is good, vegetarian diet is really good. The chickens that lay your eggs need to be meat-free in order to produce healthy eggs, right? Surely the soy or other organic vegetarian protein source in their vegetarian feed offers the hens enough protein to produce tasty, high-quality eggs. Well, friends, that's the theory.

Here's the reality. Chickens are omnivores. That means, they're NOT vegetarians, and an "all vegetarian diet" is not what nature intended. It's also impossible to completely control what a chicken eats, without confining it to a cage 24 hours a day. As a result, healthy, cage-free birds find other ways to obtain their necessary protein from their environment. Outdoors, that means they have access to bugs, worms, snails, slugs--normal chicken fare. In a mostly indoor, cage-free environment, it means they will most likely be eating their own eggs, sometimes other chickens, and, lots of times, rodents.

Case in point: A couple mornings ago, I went in to feed our hens and immediately realized my kids had left the lid ajar on the grain bin. This is what I saw when I opened it.

Yep, no fewer than 19 mice trapped in the bottom of the feed bin. Hmm. Now what? Since Boy was party to the violation that led to the rodent entrapment, I enlisted him to help me dispatch them, but not before our hen Pecky caught sight of the little buggers frantically scurrying and jumping up and down in the grain bin.

Pecky wasted no time. She reached down and plucked a mouse out of the bin before I could do anything to stop her, and then the game was afoot. Off she hustled, carrying the twitching rodent in her beak, being chased by the other hungry, jealous hens, hoping to secure a place to enjoy her prize without competition.

To extract the rest of the mice, Boy and I took turns tipping the grain bin and stomping the mice as they ran out. Boy wasn't really on his "A" game and let more escape alive than I would have liked, but never fear, the hens took care of the runaways, whacking the rodents in the head then carting them off to devour in private.

Each of our hens consumed at least one mouse, several mice got away, and we tossed a few dead ones into the pasture for some other hungry scavenger.

This was not the first time I've witnessed our hens in their omnivorous duties. In fact, once, I found myself giving the Heimlich maneuver to a hen who became distressed after running around for 15 minutes with a rodent body hanging out of her mouth. By trapping her and gently pressing her keel bone against the lower rail of the paddock fence, she inevitably expelled the over-sized mouse in her struggles, which freed her to peck around at the vegetarian delicacies once again. Odd, I know, but farm life just has its oddities.

Just so we're clear, our backyard hens live pampered, cage free, indoor-outdoor lives. They are fed a normal chicken feed ration, plus vegetarian kitchen scraps, and are allowed to forage outside for greens and bugs when weather permits. Our eggs are top quality and delicious, and it is completely impossible to tell what exactly each hen ate before laying her latest egg. So, while it may be a selling point to the Organic Cage Free Egg industry that their "organic hens are fed a 100% organic vegetarian diet," you now know the ugly truth about the sinister nature of chickens.

So, let's review what we've just learned:

1. Not even organically raised chickens are vegetarians
2. No matter what you feed a cage free hen, in the end, she will eat what she wants, including mice
3. If you want to catch a bunch of mice all at once, leave the lid off the grain bin and come back in the morning

First calf of 2012

Not long after we moved our cattle to their new farm, SS told us a story about her formative memories of cows and calving. Apparently, her father was driving home on a snowy spring day when he spotted a neighbor's newborn calf stranded, shivering in an irrigation ditch. Hoping to extract it, he left little SS in the passenger's seat of his truck and climbed in the pasture to fish the freezing calf out of the water. The mother cow took exception to his altruism and proceeded to bludgeoned him half to death in front of his terrified daughter. For her entire life, this memory has plagued SS, but she was able to overcome it to allow us to house our cattle at her farm.

We assured our friend that her scenario was unlikely to be a problem for us. We have tame cows after all, and May babies. No snow, no attack mommas. Nevertheless, SS is still a bit dodgy about going in the pasture with the bovines, fearing an unsolicited confrontation with one of them.

On May 9th, I got a call from one of the folks who frequents SS's farm informing me that Momma Cow was acting like she was in labor. Contractions, stringy stuff emerging, etc. As I was about an hour away, I texted the Hubby to tell him the news, and he hustled out to find Momma grazing comfortably, with no calf in sight. Hubby  headed into the pasture to look for signs of birth, and quickly discovered the afterbirth...but still no calf. Now turning to Momma Cow for answers, Hubby suddenly recalled SS's calf in the ditch story. Off he marched to the irrigation canal that bordered the cow pasture and found the hot wire that keeps the cattle out of it had been destroyed. Uh oh.

There at the bottom of the canal, was a tiny, very cold newborn calf. His two little front feet were struggling to maintain a foothold on the sheer edge of the canal and he had quite a shiver going. Hubby realized that if he climbed down to grab the baby by himself, he might be stuck as well, so he called the farm friend for help. She held his belt while he hung over the bank of the canal and collected the tyke.

Momma Cow took it in stride, even while Hubby vigorously rubbed the newborn dry. SS soon appeared on the quad and Hubby climbed on the back holding the baby calf, and Momma, now a bit concerned followed closely behind calling to her baby as she walked. Slow and steady, they moved Momma and baby to a new pasture...without a deep canal. Hubby laid little guy in the sun and stepped away to see him hop to his feet and nurse.

You may recall this calf is the one sired by Stenberg Coalition 509 which I blogged about in "Shopping Online for Baby Daddies", and he's our first bull calf. We dubbed the little fella "Buoy" after his aquatic adventure and he is growing and gaining weight well. Thankfully, he has suffered no ill effects from his early struggles, though he remains the only of our cattle to have been baptized.

Snake day

Yesterday's weather was warm and overcast. Perfect snake weather, as it turns out. While next to the cow pasture, we spotted a small, quick olive green snake, that I think was either a Yellow Bellied Racer or a Smooth Green Snake. Then, over at the horse barn, no fewer than 3 bull snakes were spotted, two of which had to be removed from the barn so they wouldn't be a nuisance to the barn's inhabitants.

When we got home from visiting our cows, Boy hopped out of our car and immediately shrieked in fear as he nearly stepped on a snake sunning itself on the driveway. Excited, but admittedly very scared, he described the snake as "small and black with a yellow stripe." A garter snake, I deduced.

I used to see little garter snakes all the time when I was growing up, and found them beautiful and non-threatening. Relieved the snake now reportedly hiding in my patio garden wasn't something big and bitey, I suggested Boy guard the spot where it entered the garden until his daddy came home. He thought that was a good idea and set about watching the flower bed intently for the next several minutes.

A few minutes later, I heard the Hubby pull up in his diesel truck. He was as excited about the snake sighting as the Boy was, and grabbed a stick to gently move apart the leaves of the perennials to search for the hiding serpent. A few more moments passed, and I poked my head out the front door to check progress of the two serpent hunters, and came face to face with the largest garter snake I had ever seen, mouth agape and body coiled around my husbands arm.

I don't love snakes. I appreciate their role in the ecosystem, but they do make me a bit uncomfortable. My brother LOVES snakes, and every other creepy crawly reptile and amphibian. As a kid, he caught and kept all varieties of snake, frog and lizard in numerous terrariums in his room. As an adult, he actively searches out encounters with reptiles, hoping to capture and photograph them. Even with the amateur herpetologist in my family, I felt a mild sensation of nausea sweep over me, as I considered that the beast my husband was now wrangling was easily within striking range of my children without me even knowing it.

I asked my wide-eyed boy if that was the "little" snake he saw, and he shook his head, so I couldn't help wondering what happened to that little garter he claimed to have seen...was it still in there? Or was it consumed by this hissing behemoth that my husband was now handling? I may never know.

We gave each child a chance to pet the huge garter, and then we released it back into the garden to keep up its duty of eating the critters that eat our plants.

Though I may not love the idea of snakes all around me, they are a simple fact of life in the country. They bring far more benefits than detriments to our farm, as they control pests of all types. And in the 10 years we've lived here, I've seen fewer than a dozen snakes. So all in all, they make better neighbors than many of the human nuisances we have about.

I do have to admit, this particular snake sighting does make me a little more wary about poking an un-gloved hand into any dense undergrowth here on the property.

First Eden Experiment Update

About 6 weeks ago, I filled you in on a new gardening concept from a movie called Back to Eden. You can read all about it in my post Experimenting with Eden. Since then, we've noted some interesting aspects of this gardening style, some that are good, and some, not so good. Here's the list.

1. As promised, the soil does stay much moister now than without mulch.

2. The worms LOVE the new layer of mulch, and are now evident in astounding numbers. In fact, I can scarcely sink a trowel into the earth without uprooting a half dozen fat crawlers.

3. The weeds are no where near as bad as last year, with the exception of our old friend Perennial Bindweed. This European invasive weed has been known to bubble asphalt driveways, so it's no surprise a 6 inch layer of mulch hasn't slowed it down. Even the bindweed is easier to pull though in the mulch.

Potato patch

4. The potatoes and onions are happy and prolific in the mulch. The movie claims that no mounding is necessary for potatoes using the "Eden" method, but that remains to be seen. I was pleased to discover though, that my potatoes are strongly out performing the ones at the nearby demonstration gardens.

Yellow onions from sets

5. Only a few rows of my direct-sown seeds have emerged. Of those, only one or two are thriving. The others like the beets & lettuce died instantly, and the radishes stalled in their maturation and are the same size now as they were 3 weeks ago. We have speculated at length about why this is happening. The theories include bad seed, predation, cold evening temps, longer germination period because of the added layer of insulation, or that the deep mulch too heavy for seedlings to push through. It is clear, however, that I will either have to re-sow many of the veggies I planted, or buy starts from the nursery to catch up on production. Fortunately, we started so early this year, that I should be able to keep up with prior years' production even after replanting.

The dill seems happy!

6. Several transplanted starts have stressed badly and burned up their leaves. This is another mystery. I picked up a bunch of starts from the greenhouse, hardened them off over a few days and put all but one of them in the ground. The soil was moist and I planted them close to the drip line. Within 3 days, the starts I planted in the garden shocked badly, but the one I kept out and didn't plant was fine. The survivor was still in the 4-inch pot so it would have been even more affected by the evening temperatures or daytime sunlight if that was the problem, so I am frankly totally baffled...

Watermelon in shock

Basically, this continues to be a learning experience as we determine what works and what doesn't. Periodically, when I'm feeling frustrated, I look over at our parsley plant, and am encouraged. Parsley, you see, is a single season annual here in our climate, and is notorious for being temperamental about reseeding. However, its placement here in the mulch by our patio has allowed it to be productive beyond our wildest dreams, and it comes back larger and with renewed vigor every season. It's the parsley that reminds me that this is a good system designed by God, and I just have to learn how to work with it, not against it, and remember to give it time.

First real ride on Domino

Today I rode my beautiful mare, Domino for the first time. Ok, technically, I threw my leg over her and took her for a lap around the round pen earlier in the week, but this was the first REAL ride.

Domino came to me in early October, 2011. She had been a pasture ornament since the time four years earlier, when she almost killed her owner. The story I got was that she had been a lovely riding horse for 10 years until she suddenly began some erratic and dangerous behavior. First, she fell over on a trail ride when her owner put her foot in the stirrup. Then, several months later, her owner took her to a clinic, and seconds after getting on, the mare took 2 steps and went straight up in the air, flipping over backward, breaking the saddle, and nearly killing her human passenger, who managed to bail out just in time.

Most horse people know, as I do, that this is usually a behavior issue, and once a horse learns to go up in the air to avoid pressure, it is rarely repairable. That was the official assessment of the clinician present for the horse's final ride. So when it was suggested that Domino needed a home, and mine would be perfect, I immediately said "no thanks."

But then I met Domino.

From the minute I met her, she showed none of the usual symptoms of a "flip-over horse" that I was expecting to see. She dropped her nose to the ground when I applied pressure to her poll, she backed and moved forward with my lightest touch. I agreed to work with her for a few days to see if she would be a good fit and in 3 days of round pen work, she was supple, responsive, careful and sweet. She displayed none of the traits of a horse that goes over backward in fear or anger, as she was purported to do.

As you may be aware, 2011 was a challenging year for our family. Many a fruitless battle was waged and lost. By October, I began to feel I needed to do something productive to recharge my spirit. Domino became that catalyst. Knowing there was a strong possibility I would never be able to actually ride her, I agreed to take her anyway, reasoning that I could always breed her if she didn't work out as a riding horse. And, since the cows had to find new homes, Blacky would need a new companion.

When the trailer containing Domino pulled onto our property, Blacky didn't even look up, probably convinced we were just bringing in a new cow. But once he got a whiff of equine, he let out a whinny I will not soon forget. He came to the fence to meet her, and it was love at first sight. One hurdle passed, now the work would begin.

First off, I scheduled her a massage and a chiropractic evaluation. It was the chiropractor who gave me a new piece of info, and a clue to the flipping and falling. It was her opinion that Domino may have contracted a mild case of a neurological disease several years ago, that left her with slightly diminished nerve function. Nothing that the body couldn't rebuild with the amazing redundancy God builds into every living organism, but enough to have caused some short circuiting that may have resulted in erratic, unbalanced behavior...like flipping over.

Since October, I have spent every windless day over 40 degrees doing groundwork with Domino, building trust, and loving every minute of it. Domino is something special. She buries her head in my arms, nickers when she sees me, and grants me all of the adoration my stoic old gelding never offered. Plus, she's gorgeous. Bright bay with four white stockings, and a few splashes of white to add to her sparkle.

She is one of the most sensitive horses I've ever worked with, and a bit of a worry-wart. But, once trust is established, she is golden. So, it was with great optimism that I approached our first ride. And I was not disappointed.

In my prior groundwork, I learned that she is not comfortable or happy in a bit. A more responsive horse to pressure, I have not yet found, so rather than try to force her into a bit of my choosing, I simply switched to a bosal. This appears to be a perfect solution.

First, I worked her under saddle on the ground. A few times each direction.

Then, I got on. She was even more relaxed and less worried than the first time I got on earlier in the week. Progress already.

The first few steps...

Change direction and suggest a little leg yield...

Another change of direction and a few more laps.

Nothing to worry about...

I spent a good 20 minutes atop Domino, and she was lovely. Soft, supple, responsive at walk, trot, halt and back. She yielded easily to leg pressure, and while I felt she was a little weak behind, but it's nothing shocking given the fact that she's been out of work for four years.

Well done, Domino.

Shopping online for baby-daddies

Momma

A few months ago, we did the math on our two cows and decided that July would be the perfect time to breed them for the ideal spring baby. In the past, we trucked Momma cow up to her birthplace and allowed her to mingle with the boys for a few months, and low and behold, she would come home pregnant. This year, since we almost have a "herd" of cows, we decided to look into Artificial Insemination.  

Daisy

I'm a relentless internet researcher. My hubby thinks I need a 12 step program for it. I admit, I can get a little compulsive about researching a topic, be it finding a fridge on craigslist or hunting down zoning codes for our property rights debate with the Town, but for me, opening the google IV and letting loose the stream of information straight into my veins quells my deep-seated fear of being underprepared. So, it's a character defect that I'm working on. In any case, it was with this same manic sense of anticipation that I delved into the world of breeding cattle. After learning the process of injecting the cows with Lutalyse to synchronize cycles, and how to recognize the resulting signs of estrus, it was time to research the final step of the process...semen.

I must say that it was with a fair bit of apprehension that I typed such a word into the google search bar, as I half expected  tens of thousands of pop-up windows to appear containing sweaty undulating man flesh in it's various seedy forms, but thank the good Lord, my fears were not realized. To my great surprise, bull semen is relatively easy to shop for online. I plugged away learning how to read an EPD Production data chart, and prioritized which feature was most important to our family.

For us, it's all about docility, which is directly related to ease of calving, as it turns out, and also affects tenderness...I guess that all makes sense. Mellow animals are that way from the womb, and remain so until butcher day when they are found soft, supple and tender. And that's the way we like them. Next on the priority list was small calves that are quick gainers. Momma cow is a veteran calver, but Daisy is still a rookie. And since we're also amateurs, we'd rather cut our risk exposure and give the girls the very best chance at a safe and easy calving experience that requires minimal intervention from us. So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce you to our girls new...uh...partners.

The first is Momma's new fella, black Angus bull, Stenberg Coalition 509. Known for his extremely docile temperament, easy calving, and low birth weight calves that gain at incredible rates to be top performers across the board. The notes claim that he's perfect for a herd on a grass program...which is what we're all about.

Daisy and Oreo

The next one was trickier. Daisy is a Hereford, but the hubby wanted wanted to breed her to an Angus for their bigger frames and excellent beef. Her current calf, Oreo is by a black Angus bull and she was a monster at birth. Daisy was so massive in her last weeks, in fact, that we were afraid she was going to have twins! So it's critical that Daisy get a boyfriend with proven track record of small babies that are easy to calf. Little Oreo is pretty cute with her black body and white face, but just for kicks, I searched the Red Angus bulls, because I like the idea of our girls' calves matching them. I came across this handsome fellow: LMG Gills Custer 1580 and I think he'll be perfect.

So now, we wait. Wait for the graduate student intern to call us and set up the time to come out and give the girls their Lutalyse shots, and then the semen order gets placed, and 3-5 days after the shots...conception! At least that's the plan. We will keep you posted on our progress.

Weeding the Garden

Pull this one,

Not that one

Down each row I go.

Nails black,

Fingers crack

The hard work starts to show.

Lunchtime-not done

Back out at One

How fast those weeds did grow.

Oh shit.

I quit.

Maybe I'll just mow.