Seventeen hand-dug post holes per day for three days were included in my weekly report a couple weeks ago. Here's a gate Karen made for the fence that's now nearly finished.
Just kidding, but remembering my time at Citicorp, when by noon each Friday I had to submit a report to my boss on the amazing things my staff and I had accomplished during the prior week. My boss had to do the same to his boss, up the ladder to John Reed, the company's chairman. Follow the weekly report trail and you could determine "how many down" you were from Reed -- "two-down," "three-down," etc. The lower the number, the more important, right? Eventually, age or experience persuades most of us how unimportant each of us really is -- to the world or universe as a whole -- and how important we are to ourselves (get sick and observe your default mode).
The spinach I planted February 16 looks like this.
No, I didn't soak them overnight or "inoculate" them, which seems like too much trouble. They'll get soaked by the rain we're expecting.
The Bowman Women; A Work In Progress
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