Bless his heart, he spent most of the day underneath the trailer on the frozen ground until he found the culprit pipe, hidden in the belly of our home on wheels.
Meanwhile, the ice-blue sky clouded over and it began to snow. And snow it did. It snowed all day so that every fern leaf, every tree branch, and every fir needle was frosted in crystalline white. Here on the wet pacific coast, this is a sight we rarely get to see.
I had been gloating and doing a happy dance over the thought of using it to move 15 cubic yards of topsoil onto the vegetable plot, rather than the grunt work of doing so with a wheelbarrow and shovel. The Kubota was delivered to us in good repair and parked inside our barn, and I excitedly called to place an order for soil.
Alas, we will build the garden with a shovel and a wheelbarrow. It does serve to build our character, not to mention our muscles.
Until then, lang may yer lum reek! (Long may your chimney smoke)
We are grateful for your company.
Nathan & Rebbeckah
p.s. Between you and me, I'm hoping for another cold snap, so that the ground will freeze solid enough to move the rest of that mountain of soil with the tractor. But I digress. ;)