Hail Mary

It's been a rough few weeks on the farm. Big John still isn't back from the shop. We're so far past Plan B at this point, we've run out of letters.

T-minus 15 days and counting until the peanuts have to be in the ground. And the field isn't even plowed yet.

Meet our Hail Mary.

It's like the Lexus of John Deere tractors. Rides smoother over the rough field than my car does on a county road. Has four cup holders! (Big John has zero.) Two seats. (Big John has one.)

It's starts up like a car. Has GPS. And not a single gear to shift. It's all done by the push of a button.

Makes for an unexpectedly fun Hail Mary.

My day in pictures

Evelyn invited folks to post their typical day in pictures. We don't have typical days here at the vineyard, but today went something like this.

Nothing says vacation like unpacking all the dirty clothes.

And doing the requisite laundry.

Then there was the peanut innoculant delivery. For those of you unfamiliar with that product, it's what you put on organic peanuts to help them produce--like an extra shot of nitrogen.

Meanwhile the repair person arrived to fix the poor old dishwasher in our rental house.

He had to order a new part so I was left to hand wash dishes. And y'all, there's just no sexy way to photograph dirty dishes in the sink.

Then came a long conversation with our home builder. We are delightfully close to a final floor plan. We're hopeful there will be a house on the vineyard within the year, for which we are so, so very grateful.

More laundry.

And then work on a top secret project.

[[Flash photography prohibited.]]

The day ended with another pig-hunting excursion. (If you're new to this blog, please read the backstory before you run away horrified that we gun down little Wilbur's.)

So this is the lesson I've learned: In order to make things happen on the farm, someone's got to make things happen at home. Though I've never been the domestic type, I now fall squarely into this latter category. 

Heaven help us all.

Found

Nathan found Aslan this morning, sitting in the front yard of a home a couple of miles from the barn.

He covered Nathan's face with wet kisses and then fell asleep.

One down, two to go.

Missing in action

Our furry family is missing. All three of them.

After hours of searching, we're just shell shocked.