Big Sister

My big sister came for a quick visit.  Well, she really is not very ‘big’, being about 6 inches shorter than I am.  She is my older sister, but if you have older siblings, you know they can get a tad cranky at this stage of life, if you identify them as ‘old’ (even if they are…sorry, a momentary younger sibling slip).  Suffice it to say, that my average height, mature sister born before me came for a quick visit….phew.

She has been to the farm a handful of times since we moved here, so she sees the progress we have made and it is quite rewarding.  She also said, she’d be willing to help out, so we dug into our plethora of work gloves and got to it, adding pickets to the rails on the vegetable garden fence.  She was slightly intimidated by power tools, which of course made me question whether one of us was switched at birth.  However, after she got going she quickly fell in love with the process, which not only got the fence put together but also settled the question of her birth.  

We not only put the finishing touches on the fence together, but had a great chat as well.  It was a sweet afternoon.

My Loving Spouse left me in charge of the fence building, because I’ve gotten so good at it he wanted to plant his seed potatoes.  He was planting them in an upright ‘container’.  The container was a wire structure lined with a burlap coffee bag.  Step one might have been the hardest part…evicting the Damn Cat from the 150 pound coffee bean bag.Then he added dirt, potatoes, dirt and water…we’ll see how this goes, but it should be a fun experiment, if nothing else.We were all pleased with the work we’d done.  My Big Sister had also brought a children’s book from her stash, yes a book about cows for me to save and share with THE Grandchild and a bottle of wine that we didn’t save at all.  Yep, it was a great visit, thanks Sis!