Goings on on the Farm

The dry weather was great, and we finished getting in our first big round of cover crops, as well as planting some spinach and salad greens, and getting in a round of weed killing.

Then, on Tuesday, we got 4.3 inches of rain, so now things have gotten a bit soggy again. We needed the rain, but not that much. Not anywhere near that much.

My mom, Karlla, and my dad, Bob, conspired to paint the endwall on the transplant production greenhouse. The north end of our transplant house, which we called Toad Hall, is sheathed in plywood, since it never needs to let sunlight through. Over the years, the original coat of red paint had cracked and peeled and just generally gotten shoddy looking. Now, it’s got a beautiful new coat of Rock Spring Farm-red paint on it, which has changed the feel of the whole farm yard.

The other side of the story of my parents painting the greenhouse together is that they’ve been divorced for over thirty years. They’ve always gotten along pretty well, but it was especially enjoyable as an adult to see them working together and enjoying each others’ company. I am truly blessed to have such a wonderful and supportive family.