The Land is Alive with the Sound of ...

All over the Coulee there's a familiar sound. It's the sound of tractors plowing. In the End of the Rainbow Valley, the sound is the sound of the rototiller. 

In preparation for planting Natureman spent each nice day last week carting the winter's old hay with goat droppings up from the barn to the garden. The barn's floor was covered with at least a foot. 

Each cartload was then dumped inside the perimeter of the fenced in garden. It's all part of the process for once the rows are planted the hay will be spread as mulch and fertilizer. 

Today was the first day to hear our rototiller this season as Natureman turned the soil in half of our vegetable garden, not once but twice. 


It's not easy work even though he acted like he does it with one hand for the camera.  Do you think he knew his photo was being taken? This is definitely a two handed job.

When you live in a valley there's a lot of  up hill...

In addition to rototilling half of the garden, Natureman also put up small fencing for a row of peas. And thus the vegetable garden season in the End of the Rainbow Valley begins...