And here we are at a Monday, going ’round again.

It does feel good to blog, though. Kinda like I’m blowing the dust and cobwebs off an area that’s been left to atrophy during a particularly demanding cycle of my day job responsibilities.

You know, I say that, but it’s been “a demanding cycle” for about 18 months. At some point it just becomes “a demanding job,” despite the fact that I’m sitting at a desk at home all day.

I’ll certainly say this weekend wasn’t exactly chockablock full of leisure time either. We actually picked up our garden starts a couple weeks ago at a nursery in New Hampshire because our local one closed down a while back.
Sigh. I still miss Houghton’s…

Edit: It seems, in searching for Houghton’s presence online to link to this post, that they have quietly reopened! Albeit with a smaller stock of plants right now.
Man, I wish I’d known that before I drove all the way to Lancaster, NH. Exciting though!

Okay, what was I talking about? Oh, veggie starts!

So Saturday and Sunday were spent tilling, weeding, digging, planting, and generally getting the garden ready for prime time growing season.

And there was quite a bit of clean up to be done.

Jen and I had to alternate gardening vs. Daphne-ing duties since Daph has been a bit on the…let’s call it, “demanding” side the past few months. And by that I mean she’s generally unwilling to allow our attention to waver to anything else except her.
So we sing, and swing, and play Mario Kart, swing some more, use her talker to repeat the usual phrases, etc.

Obviously we love Daphne more than anything, but even the most doting of parents eventually tire and need a break. So we invoked a rotation for gardening this weekend.

And I can say we’ve entirely wrapped up the planting for the year.

All that’s left now is the watering. Oh right, watering. About that.

See this thing?

That’s our outdoor spring spigot, used for providing H2O to both the chickens and the garden. Sadly, with an unceremonious “clink!,” it stopped working back in March.
I performed about 2 minutes of plumbing work on it, which consisted primarily of scratching my beard while giving it a sequence of confused and/or angry caveman faces.

Sadly, glowering didn’t work. So I had to enlist the help of professionals.

Turns out, I needed a frowny face whilst digging a 6′ trench with a backhoe, so as to replace the entire spigot.

Who knew?

The fine gentlemen from Onion River Spring & Well just left here about an hour ago and all seems to be working perfectly. Wholeheartedly recommend them, should you be in the NEK and require some hydrodynamic work done.

So, all told, it’s been a productive few days. I mean, all that and I even finished a blog post today!

j.s.