As promised, I took a drive 40 miles up state to get some irrigation T’s that I ran short of. I don’t know why, there was plenty when I put them up two years ago. At least I found a place that still carries them.
No, I did not stop in wine country.
Upon my return to the ranch, my neighbor across the street caught me checking the mail, and I pulled his too, since our mailboxes are side by side. We chatted across the fence for a while when another neighbor pulled up. Mike, a Hispanic fellow, was a friend of my Pop’s. He had been working my Pop to buy the other five acres of my property. It is undeveloped, and now he’s started to bug me about it.
I don’t think so. That’s the only direction that I do not have a neighbor within slingshot distance.
No doubt, he would plop a mobile home down on it, and begin blasting cantina music. Huh uh. No thanks.
I got all the raised garden drip irrigation working.
Now to plan what I will plant there.
The corn field is next. I have put if off long enough.