This past weekend my wonderful folks came out to help me prep my new 20'x20' plot at the farm. From what I had been told it had been left fallow for a couple of years, so it needed a good tilling. Enter my dad - the Superman of rototilling.
It started out as a hard bed of grass, mint and weeds (much like the plot pictured next to it.)
One hour and four passes later, the soil was deep, clean and velvety.
This morning I ventured over to put in the first three rows of Stuttgarten Reisen onions and Chantennay carrots...
...while Z made the obligatory mud pies and got herself good and filthy.
Bliss.
