Oh, well, the hired hand and I made serious progress on the hoop house today, and then The Nephew showed up here when he was meant to be home, oops: the hired hand thence became a schoolbus, or something.
Boys.
Oh, well, it's good that he likes being here, yes? I've missed him; there were years and years when I had all three of them here all summer, since he is ten and twelve years younger than my two and my sister went back to haying when he was two.
I bought him a short real shovel for his third birthday so he could dig holes for me to plant things in: we have our routine down, although our math gets a little whacky at times, as can be witnessed by the garbage can pen we built in October, when both of us somehow thought 7X8 was 48, oops...
More interruption: progress photo of hoop house to follow. Amazing how much faster it is to build something without trying to incorporate a stupid packing crate into it.