Two Steps Forward . . . Three Steps Back

While my body and spirits have soared into Spring, the temperatures have reverted to January. Rain has been frequent.  Not good news for the budding flower farm.

The dozers remain idle. The well pit is flooded. The ground is sodden.

Enthusiasm has been tinged with anxiety this week. A look at the forecast going forward does little to alleviate the anxiety.

I, however, soldier on.

The work is dirty, cold, and decidedly non-glamorous. Not the picture that comes to mind when you think flower farm.

The area around the well was cleared, some of the water was bucketed out and a makeshift well cover was put in place. 

 A burn pile was started

On the brighter positive side, all planted seeds have germinated and are steadily growing under their lights in the basement. A soil sample was delivered for testing. Names of men who work with wells were secured.  An Excel spreadsheet was begun for farm expenses. Market research is ongoing.

The glorious view of the river bottoms as rain pushes its way across the valley delights me as I muck about. Even in the cold, wet, bleak early March dusk, beauty abounds.