Relocating to Puna

[pslamont]

Oh, my goodness, WHAT A WNDERFUL DAY!! It is pouring rain these last few days but we have pressed on. The garden has been the focus. The fence is up. The groud is prepped. Rain. Raiin. Rain. What the heck - we decided to just go for it, so this morning I got Alex started digging rows of 8 inch trenches between 26 inch rows. I headed to Hilo landfill for a truckload of mulch. When I got back, 10 of the 16 rows were done with rain pouring. Alex shifted to working on installing the gate while I hauled mulch and corn plants, and then pea plants and my bamboo trellis... You all would have gotten a good laugh. In the middle of the mud, in my nice new boots and jeans, the rain began coming down in buckets, my boots created suction and stuck firm as I tried to move and BOOM.. down I went. As Alex pointed out, "you are mud up to your okole". You would have laughed at little Alex trying to wedge me out of the mud. NO WAY. I am a whole lotta woman and he ain't a whole lotta man. I finally gave up, rolled onto my belly and muscled up out of it. He fllowed me as I slogged out of the garden, got to the workshop/tent area, peeled off what I could and maintain a modicum of modesty, sat down in a chair and just laughed. Mud everywhere, I had at least washed off my head, hands and feet. "You don't seem mad; in fact you seem happy" said Alex. He was right. I was much more impressed with my success at getting 60 corn plants and 10 peas and three nice big pepper plants in the ground than I was with the tumble into mud I had taken. About the only thing I feel bad about is that I killed a lot of his nice rows but I figure we'll repair it when things aren't so wet.

Not a hero by any means, I helped Alex put mesh over the gate to keep the pigs out of the garden and left him to finish cleaning up and putting away tools, as well as unload the rest of the mulch from the pick-up truck.

Now that I am home, have had a hot shower, vacuumed up the mud I tracked in accidentally and am stretched out I am reminded that the Tylenol is only a room away and may well be my best friend for the night.

On this grand adventure, success and failures combine to make the memories. Painting this picture for you, I hope you all enjoy the humor of my misadventures as well as the accomplishments.

I continue too sprout seeds in the tabletop greenhouse and expect to be transplanting once or twice a week. This gives me a great thrill and I hope many of you will respond not only here online but by contacting me and/or stopping by to see it all. It is so fun to share.

I am going to spend the rest of the evening watching my bruises become evident and planning on what mischief I can get into tomorrow!

Aloha.

May you live in interesting times.