It's been raining.
No, not complaining.
The rain has severally limited what I am able to do. I sink to my ankles in the garden, mud has a relentless grasp. So, garden work is not happening. Planting in mud is frowned upon, though I could, and have done it without problems before. But the mud right now is just too deep. Seeds could vanish into its depths. And possibly even slide into an area that I wouldn't be thrilled to have it rooted at. So I wait. I don't complain, after the drought of last year, but time is limited in a four season State.
I do have peas to pick.
I have been working with Yart ( the calf, not the blogger). Her Eeyore like attitude puts her in contending to be an educational cow. I will be pulling Yippie Skippy and the new bull calf, whom we have named Zaphod. Yippie seems to be the smallest of the group, her mother, Winnie, is no taller than my waist ( I am five foot nine). Yippie should be able to travel easily and small enough to be a conversation piece. Zaphod we want to attempt to yoke. However his mother, Mama, might be an issue. She is super protective. His diminutive size, even if he does grow to reach the full weight of a 1,000 lbs, makes him a good candidate for what we wish to do.
And Husband wants to build a catapult. Who's game?