Speaking of safety hazards . . .

It's ironic we were talking about safety hazards and OSHA yesterday.

Later that morning we were putting up one of the end pieces to the greenhouse.

Everything was going along smoothly. Blake fortuitously stopped by and helped at a particularly crucial moment.

And then the fun began. Nathan started pounding the support pieces into the ground using a metal picket pounder. With his full force behind him he smacked his own head with the darn thing. It was a hard enough hit to knock him to the ground and offer him a beautiful showing of stars.

He gave himself a whopping minute of respite and then was back to pounding more support pieces in place.

Until he smacked himself a second time in the very same place. This time blood started gushing down his forehead. My very solid, mature reaction was to burst into sobbing tears.

Incredibly helpful.

Through the heaves I ordered Nathan to the truck. I drove us like a banchee to a neighbor's house several miles down the road. (Thank you so much, Alexis!) She provided ice and water and the gift of decisiveness when I was in no condition to do so.

After a trip to an emergency clinic, three stitches and a medicinal ice cream cone, he's doing much better. Fair warning: helmets are no longer optional safety equipment here at BSV.