Broken Ground

Allyn and I spent several hours sod busting out on the peninsula today. Last week's sunshine and drier soils would have been ideal, but we have had to patiently wait for the green light to begin preparing soil for planting spring garlic. The wait has been tough and I liken it to having all of your household furniture locked away in storage until you close the deal, but it has certainly been worth it.

Our water situation has improved, and we have devised a temporary solution until the Department of Energy and King county permit us to pump water from the Snoqualmie River. As a newer farmer, having fresh potable water to irrigate on demand really simplifies what we are trying to accomplish. For now, we should have sufficient water to irrigate our hoop houses and delicate brassica transplants.

We measured the width of Weiss Creek today. Thirty-six feet. During this process, I managed to lasso a barbed-wire fence and Sean managed to almost fall back first into the creek that separates the barn from the field. All of us are ecstatic that the property owner David would like to purchase the forty-foot flat-rack bridge. It looks like a monster, but it will keep the fish happy and our tires dry. I hope to have it delivered within the next two weeks, but Allyn and I have both learned not to get excited until you can physically touch what has only previously been cerebral.

Weiss Creek