So, I know I mentioned that Kyle and Karen came, well, Emily also came to join us. She’s from Iowa, on her way to do an internship on the Heifer Ranch down in Perryville Arkansas, so naturally she came here first. I think I might have a picture of her, sorry Emily, it may not be the best one, but I promise to get a better one of you before you leave.
Emily and Kyle prepping and planting carrots.
You need to watch out for this one! She is as fierce as that side eye she’s giving us. Try playing a strategy game with her, she’s got it on lock!
PAKI! The Pak-man, who at 26 found out that he’s not Greek. It’s a funny story, and if you come and volunteer I’ll tell it to you, unless Paul is still here…then he can tell you himself.
Here’s Karen. She’s been hiding, but someone found her and snapped this picture. The water drops look neat at the bottom of this shot.
Teamwork. Look at them all bending at the hip. Don’t they know they should bend from the knee!
Few of us have seen this. Before this picture was taken, only Marine and I had seen this operation in action. This is the law of nature at its finest, a hornet grasping a cicada, before it drags it into its hole in the ground. It’s quite an amazing sight to behold. Now you all know, you can share in the wonders and joys, heartbreaks and…I don’t know, MOTHER NATURE PEOPLE!
Hmm? What’s going on here? This is what I like to call Amish paradise! Kyle here is running a trencher, digging a trench to my house for a water line. It’s not going into my house…yet, but there is now a spigot in my yard! When I saw the spigot finished, I wanted to cry. That’s what love is. Water. In your yard. All day long.
Paul P. is running the trencher through the garden for a grey water something or other.
The Missouri Angels are looking at these pictures, biting their lips because they missed it. You’ll be back. And here’s another tidbit fellas. I beat Paul P. at Settlers of Catan. I stole the red pieces. I think that’s his weakness.
Chicken coop for the orchard in its beginning phase.
Aha! I make an appearance. Yes, I guess I’ll help for a minute, but not a second more!
Moving whatever piece that is into the chicken yard area.
Amanda, why are you wearing an apron? Well dear reader, because I’m a domestic, it’s my uniform of sorts. Also, Emily and I had just finished making 29 jars of wild plum jam for the CSA. Go ahead. I dare you to say something.