Write four lines of prose about something that is: solar powered.
Max turned 16 months today. That's a year and a third. What.
To celebrate, spring decided to arrive in full force. Sunshine, blue skies, highs of 14 degrees (pretty sure it was warmer than that on the farm), the whole deal.
This afternoon I drove up to Oliver to pick up some potting soil so that we can finally get started in the greenhouse on Sunday. We're already behind, but not excessively so. Onions, leeks, and shallots will be seeded this weekend for sure, and we might get into our 'second' round of plants if there is time, with cabbage and broccoli and the like.
It's time to get a move on and shift at least some of our focus back to the farm.
Surely there had been a typo in the design document. One that had been overlooked by everyone on the approval committee, everyone at the permit offices. By everyone but the construction manager, who didn't have the good sense to question it.
I mean, honestly... a solar powered windmill?