Just finished some Old Joe Krantz in an MM cob for breakfast. A chilly, dripping morning after last night’s rain. Going to start another busy day of harvesting greens and planting just as soon as I throw some coffee at my face and put the coveralls on.
Neighborhood is quiet, except for Neighbors across the street who, at 7 this morning, began operating some type of power tool. Continued observation (their house is my entire view from my porch) has yielded only more questions, more confusion and fueled my curiosity nearly to obsession. What the hell are they building in there?