So we started one. If only it was as easily done as it was said, because it turned out to be quite a chore to get this thing completed. Thankfully, I've learned to be suspicious when things are too easy around here, so I actually appreciate having to struggle a bit to accomplish a goal.
I bet you really think I sound silly now. Well I know what I'll do--I'll just jump right into the photos and distract you...
It's seen better days. We have to talk it into firing up every time we want to use it, and after it finally takes off it will run for about 3 minutes before coughing itself to a halt. But after it thinks about things for several more minutes, it'll start back up and do a little work.
Have you ever known anybody like that?
Well the work I wanted it to do was to break up an area of soil that (to my knowledge) had never been broken before. This little fact turned out to be key, and really threw a wrench in my plans--the grass roots were so thick, it was almost impossible to break through them!
Now had I thought ahead back in the fall, I could have smothered the area with old carpet or cardboard boxes and killed the grass while simutaneously creating a perfect haven for earthworms to fertilize the soil over the winter. But I've never been good at thinking ahead.
So attacking the area with the roto-tiller was my only choice.
Yet somehow they always seem to end up there. I call them my winter crop because every spring when I go out to check what's made it through the cold weather, I always discover more rocks. I think freezing temperatures make them multiply. One day they'll prove that, I'm just ahead of my time.
And by the time I finally gave up trying to break the soil, I was exhausted.
To which he responded, "Plow? I've got an old 1930's plow that I hook onto my skid loader, and once those blades hit the dirt, it doesn't take "No" for an answer."
And then he followed that with, "Would you like me to bring it over?"
I've never heard more beautiful words...
Eventually we'll expand the area (this is only a 1/3 of what we planned!) and get a real fence up around it all, but everything in its season. Pretty soon it'll be harvest season, and we'll be so busy we won't know what to do. But then again, on this homestead, when are we not?!
It's a wonderful world.