Thursday, May 8, 2008

post post

To paraphrase Del, "Check ya self, Respect ya self
and wash your body 'fore your sweatshirt melt."

Did just that last night followed by a shave and felt "like a new man."
That is until this morning... and afternoon. Digging holes for and pounding in posts for field F most of the day. No complaints from me though. A few animal grunts when mustering up the energy to keep pounding dirt, but no complaints.
Hands got a little busted up:





Quickly, the day started with rain. Light rain.



I love rainy/foggy days. As I've explained to a friend, it feels as if the earth is giving you a big hug. I know. A little sappy... but heartfelt.
So, eggs and bagels were on the menu. Always tasty.
I started the workday in Field Y rototilling the latter half of the beds. Working up the soil for (I think) beans, sweet potatoes and tomatoes among others. Very nice.
Rather enjoy working in the light rain. Note to self: Poncho not the best idea. Need rain jacket that will not stand in the way of my every range of movement...

From there it was straight to F for the rest of the day. Placing posts for the electric fence.
The process was as follows:
1. Dig post hole with PTO-driven auger (note: If you hit bedrock, try another square foot of soil to dig into. One reason to do so may be that you could snap the bolt that holds the auger to the arm... 3 times)
2. Person #1 takes the 20 lb iron chisel rod/tamping tool and breaks up a few inches of soil/rock at the base of the hole
3. Person #2 gets handheld post hole shovel/digger and removes the broken soil/rock
4. Repeat 2 & 3 until the hole reaches a depth of 4ft... or until you hit bedrock and choose not to drill another hole.
5. Place 10-ish ft length of lumber on end in hole.
6. Place handy-dandy post leveller on post and make sure it's plum
7. Slowly replace dirt in hole around post while pounding said dirt to firm post support
8. Perspire



We did this 7 times today.
And field F takes on even more definition. Exciting.
A few pics:









End of day happiness...



Tomorrow - we string wire.
Tonight - I cut things a little short.
Now - I go to bed...

Many thanks for reading this blog.. and for the awesome comments.

Dig

1 comment:

ljw said...

Just how far would a farmer go for sourdough hard pretzels, nutz and treats? As close as the nearest post office box. Snacks arrive early next week, Mr. Coltivatore (Italian for farmer....)......