Measure twice, cut once.
So... did you ever hear the one about the sweaty farmer who couldn't build a right angle for nothin'?
Well, did you know his daddy was a crack Right Angle man? In fact, he's good at all the angles. Parabolas, too.
It's all about the greenhouse this week, folks.
It was supposed to be about the Oft-Mentioned, Now-Essentially-More-Rumor-Than-Plan Dirt Delivery, but you know---sometimes it rains, delivery men with colossal trucks show up and they say, " No dice...this truck'll get stuck in the mud and you'll have to pay for the wrecker."
So you reschedule. And build a greenhouse instead.
Rather, you call McFarmer's father and entice him with the promise of quality time drenched in sweat and rounded off with a beer. Lucky for us, Alex's parents are newly retired and--of course--looking for mini-construction projects to take their minds off all that leisurely book reading and tasting of wines.
That's no problem at all. We had 'em covered.
It is NO exaggeration to say that what we accomplished with Mort and Suzanne's help abbreviated what would have taken just me and Alex days by MUCH LONGER. This puppy was started Wednesday mid-morning and will be completely finished Friday morning after a few finishing touches. Not only did they save us time, but Mort is not a half-assed kind of cat. You think before you start, you look at the plans thoroughly, you measure once, you measure again, and you think creatively and patiently while you build.
Somehow that ends up with a better product than working to beat the sun, by eyeballs only, or because "Damn it! I'm gonna make this work even if that makes it....not really work."
I'll say it again: Mort Father McFarmer is a lifesaver. We now have a cozy, well-built refuge for seedlings and young plants that was inexpensive and built to last us a good while. If you're interested, you can view plans and how-to videos here. Plus, it has since been dubbed The Cutest Little Greenhouse That Ever Was.
I mean, just look at it.
Lots of good has woven itself into our lives as of late, and The Cutest Greenhouse That Ever Was is a welcome compliment to it all.
I tried my hand at pickled watermelon rind last week, loathe to let even the most misshapen melons go unused.
Saxton has recently found a bit of puppy in his old-man swagger, with a much higher prance-to-sleep ratio.
A critter that's been giving me gray hairs a-plenty and chowing down on our squashes and pumpkins finally (seemingly) succumbed to our daily hour of hand-squishing. Not only that, but our local horticultural Ag extension agent, the lovely Dr. William Johnson, identified the beastie when no other reference book I had could do the trick.
Take that, cucumber moth.
And we keep finding baby frogs in the okra leaves.
So top it off with the joy (and amusement, I'll be honest) of watching father and son work together, enjoying each other and their good work...let's just say I was more than happy to hand off that ice-cold beer.