I’m enjoying a beautiful morning from our front porch.
When I head into town later to take Richard lunch, I find he’s had a problem. The scraper wheel on one of the rows has broken and stopped the whole row from planting. Thanks to our son, Matt, having put together a box of odd planter parts to always have with us, Richard has just what he needs to fix it.
It’s just at an awkward place to work.
This is the row that didn’t plant. Oops!