He who is determined got the tractor pulled out of the muck this morning and is now trying to lay rock to form a path to the billboard site. He endured a night of teasing at work, since everyone who drove by our place could see all the equipment mired in. Of course, he who is a good sport, got some local help this morning. I suppose if he should get stuck again, the neighbors will jump in and pull him out again.
I ventured out to check on my garden and picked the strawberries. I have been getting about a pint a day out of my little patch. I saw the tiny shoots of corn making their way out of the soil and the beans and peas, too. The tomato plants are sporting some blossoms with a promise of fruit to come. My cherry tress seem a little stressed this year and I lost one of the three. I will still have cherries in a couple of weeks........... just not as many. The apple trees are loaded with tiny fruit, as are my peach trees. With all this, I am in a great frame of mind as I continue my inspection of the gardens and drink my morning coffee. My mind is whirling with all the little projects I need to attend to. I need to paint some signs and picnic tables since I am not able to mow the very wet grass. Can't really paint the water logged tables.........
Oh, look! Wonderful! Looks like a big truck or, maybe, a camper RAN OVER MY TULIP BED. So much for my state of mind. The road is very wide here, you know to accommodate those big rigs and this is very visible. A big mound of dirt with plants and mulch. Doesn't look anything like a road.
I speak softly to my mangled little bulbs. I promise them that as soon as it is dry enough for he who hunts down big, big rocks there will be an immovable barrier between them and those who cannot seem to stay on the road. Nothing little, something that will cause them to think twice before they turn too sharp. Something that will stop them and make them back up and check for damages........ She who gardens isn't kidding!