What's a girl to do in this crazy world right now?
Create my OWN bale out, that's what. The time for talk is over. No more dreams deferred.
Action. Change. No thanks to Big Brother.
A big shout out to Johnny, my man from Duncanville, who delivered 25 bales of hay on Monday. A bigger shout out to MY man, Jonathan, for helping drag some of the bales to the backyard. I created 3 new "raised beds" that I'll fill in with leaves, grass, compost, and kitchen waste, and dirt. And then, tomatoes.
These beds got a nice blanket of hay, ala the Ruth Stout System.
They will get squash and peas and beans. Maybe some corn.
Asparagus are going in the bed below. YUMMMMMMM. Next year.
Like a dull plate that isn't too appetizing, this scenario needed a little something to brighten it up and to make working outside more fun.
A red hay hook. Who knew?
And the gloves? They deserve and are going to get a post of their very own.
I puffy heart red.
But you knew that, didn't you.
I also puffy heart hay. 60 more bales of it!